text_original: O then, whatever Heaven intends, Take pity on your pitying friends! Nor let your ills affect your mind, To fancy they can be unkind.
text_transcription: O THEN WHATEVER HEAVEN INTENDS TAKE PITY ON YOUR PITYING FRIENDS NOR LET YOUR ILLS AFFECT YOUR MIND TO FANCY THEY CAN BE UNKIND
phonemes: ˈoʊ ðˈɛn, wʌtˈɛvɚ hˈɛvən ɪntˈɛndz, tˈeɪk pˈɪɾi ˌɔn jʊɹ pˈɪɾiɪŋ fɹˈɛndz! nˈɔːɹ lˈɛt jʊɹ ˈɪlz ɐfˈɛkt jʊɹ mˈaɪnd, tə fˈænsi ðeɪ kæn biː ʌŋkˈaɪnd.