text_original: And as ill neighbours in the night Pull down an alehouse bush for spite; The laurel so, by poets worn, Is by the teeth of Envy torn; Envy, a canker worm, which tears Those sacred leaves that lightning spares.
text_transcription: AND AS ILL NEIGHBOURS IN THE NIGHT PULL DOWN AN ALE HOUSE BUSH FOR SPITE THE LAUREL SO BY POETS WORN IS BY THE TEETH OF ENVY TORN ENVY A CANKER WORM WHICH TEARS THOSE SACRED LEAVES THAT LIGHTNING SPARES
phonemes: ænd æz ˈɪl nˈeɪbɚz ɪnðə nˈaɪt pˈʊl dˌaʊn ɐn ˈeɪlhaʊs bˈʊʃ fɔːɹ spˈaɪt; ðə lˈɔːɹəl sˈoʊ, baɪ pˈoʊɪts wˈɔːɹn, ɪz baɪ ðə tˈiːθ ʌv ˈɛnvi tˈɔːɹn; ˈɛnvi, ɐ kˈæŋkɚ wˈɜːm, wˌɪtʃ tˈɛɹz ðoʊz sˈeɪkɹɪd lˈiːvz ðæt lˈaɪtnɪŋ spˈɛɹz.