text_original: For when in time the Martial Maid Found out the trick that Venus play'd, She shakes her helm, she knits her brows, And, fired with indignation, vows, To morrow, ere the setting sun, She'd all undo that she had done.
text_transcription: FOR WHEN IN TIME THE MARTIAL MAID FOUND OUT THE TRICK THAT VENUS PLAY'D SHE SHAKES HER HELM SHE KNITS HER BROWS AND FIRED WITH INDIGNATION VOWS TO MORROW ERE THE SETTING SUN SHE'D ALL UNDO THAT SHE HAD DONE
phonemes: fɔːɹ wɛn ɪn tˈaɪm ðə mˈɑːɹʃəl mˈeɪd fˈaʊnd ˈaʊt ðə tɹˈɪk ðæt vˈiːnəs plˈeɪd, ʃiː ʃˈeɪks hɜː hˈɛlm, ʃiː nˈɪts hɜː bɹˈaʊz, ænd, fˈaɪɚd wɪð ɪndɪɡnˈeɪʃən, vˈaʊz, tə mˈɑːɹoʊ, ˈɛɹ ðə sˈɛɾɪŋ sˈʌn, ʃiːd ˈɔːl ʌndˈuː ðæt ʃiː hæd dˈʌn.