text_original: Thy fair enemy is cruising at the harbour's mouth, with pennons flaunting to the breeze, and all her deadly armoury of sighs, tears, threats, reproaches and languishing glances made ready for action; and nothing thou canst do will serve.
text_transcription: THY FAIR ENEMY IS CRUISING AT THE HARBOUR'S MOUTH WITH PENNONS FLAUNTING TO THE BREEZE AND ALL HER DEADLY ARMORY OF SIGHS TEARS THREATS REPROACHES AND LANGUISHING GLANCES MADE READY FOR ACTION AND NOTHING THOU CANST DO WILL SERVE
phonemes: ðˌaɪ fˈɛɹ ˈɛnəmi ɪz kɹˈuːzɪŋ æt ðə hˈɑːɹbɚz mˈaʊθ, wɪð pˈɛnənz flˈɔːntɪŋ tə ðə bɹˈiːz, ænd ˈɔːl hɜː dˈɛdli ˈɑːɹmɜːɹi ʌv sˈaɪz, tˈɪɹz, θɹˈɛts, ɹᵻpɹˈoʊtʃᵻz ænd lˈæŋɡwɪʃɪŋ ɡlˈænsᵻz mˌeɪd ɹˈɛdi fɔːɹ ˈækʃən; ænd nˈʌθɪŋ ðˈaʊ kˈænst dˈuː wɪl sˈɜːv.