text_original: She well remember'd to her cost, That all his lessons were not lost. Two maxims she could still produce, And sad experience taught their use; That virtue, pleased by being shown, Knows nothing which it dares not own; Can make us without fear disclose Our inmost secrets to our foes; That common forms were not design'd Directors to a noble mind.
text_transcription: SHE WELL REMEMBERED TO HER COST THAT ALL HIS LESSONS WERE NOT LOST TWO MAXIMS SHE COULD STILL PRODUCE AND SAD EXPERIENCE TAUGHT THEIR USE THAT VIRTUE PLEASED BY BEING SHOWN KNOWS NOTHING WHICH IT DARES NOT OWN CAN MAKE US WITHOUT FEAR DISCLOSE OUR INMOST SECRETS TO OUR FOES THAT COMMON FORMS WERE NOT DESIGNED DIRECTORS TO A NOBLE MIND
phonemes: ʃiː wˈɛl ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚd tə hɜː kˈɔst, ðæt ˈɔːl hɪz lˈɛsənz wɜː nˌɑːt lˈɔst. tˈuː mˈæksɪmz ʃiː kʊd stˈɪl pɹədˈuːs, ænd sˈæd ɛkspˈiəɹɪəns tˈɔːt ðɛɹ jˈuːs; ðæt vˈɜːtʃuː, plˈiːzd baɪ bˌiːɪŋ ʃˈoʊn, nˈoʊz nˈʌθɪŋ wˌɪtʃ ɪt dˈɛɹz nˌɑːt ˈoʊn; kæn mˌeɪk ˌʌs wɪðˌaʊt fˈɪɹ dɪsklˈoʊz ˌaʊɚɹ ˈɪnmoʊst sˈiːkɹᵻts tʊ ˌaʊɚ fˈoʊz; ðæt kˈɑːmən fˈɔːɹmz wɜː nˌɑːt dɪzˈaɪnd dᵻɹˈɛktɚz tʊ ɐ nˈoʊbəl mˈaɪnd.