text_original: O, would it please the gods to split Thy beauty, size, and years, and wit! No age could furnish out a pair Of nymphs so graceful, wise, and fair; With half the lustre of your eyes, With half your wit, your years, and size. And then, before it grew too late, How should I beg of gentle fate, (That either nymph might have her swain,) To split my worship too in twain.
text_transcription: OH WOULD IT PLEASE THE GODS TO SPLIT THY BEAUTY SIGHS AND YEARS AND WIT NO AGE COULD FURNISH OUT A PAIR OF NYMPHS SO GRACEFUL WISE AND FAIR WITH HALF THE LUSTRE OF YOUR EYES WITH HALF YOUR WIT YOUR YEARS AND SIGHS AND THEN BEFORE IT GREW TOO LATE HOW SHOULD I BEG OF GENTLE FATE THAT EITHER NYMPH MIGHT HAVE HER SWAIN TO SPLIT MY WORSHIP TOO IN TWAIN
phonemes: ˈoʊ, wʊd ɪt plˈiːz ðə ɡˈɑːdz tə splˈɪt ðˌaɪ bjˈuːɾi, sˈaɪz, ænd jˈɪɹz, ænd wˈɪt! nˈoʊ ˈeɪdʒ kʊd fˈɜːnɪʃ ˈaʊt ɐ pˈɛɹ ʌv nˈɪmfz sˌoʊ ɡɹˈeɪsfəl, wˈaɪz, ænd fˈɛɹ; wɪð hˈæf ðə lˈʌstɚɹ ʌv jʊɹ ˈaɪz, wɪð hˈæf jʊɹ wˈɪt, jʊɹ jˈɪɹz, ænd sˈaɪz. ænd ðˈɛn, bᵻfˌɔːɹ ɪt ɡɹˈuː tˈuː lˈeɪt, hˌaʊ ʃˌʊd aɪ bˈɛɡ ʌv dʒˈɛntəl fˈeɪt, (ðæt ˈiːðɚ nˈɪmf mˌaɪthɐv hɜː swˈeɪn,) tə splˈɪt maɪ wˈɜːʃɪp tˈuː ɪn twˈeɪn.