text_original: She tends me like an humble slave; And, when indecently I rave, When out my brutish passions break, With gall in every word I speak, She with soft speech my anguish cheers, Or melts my passions down with tears; Although 'tis easy to descry She wants assistance more than I; Yet seems to feel my pains alone, And is a stoic in her own.
text_transcription: SHE TENDS ME LIKE AN HUMBLE SLAVE AND WHEN INDECENTLY I RAVE WHEN OUT MY BRUTISH PASSIONS BREAK WITH GALL IN EVERY WORD I SPAKE SHE WITH SOFT SPEECH MY ANGUISH CHEERS OR MELTS MY PASSIONS DOWN WITH TEARS ALTHOUGH TIS EASY TO DESCRY SHE WANTS ASSISTANCE MORE THAN I YET SEEMS TO FEEL MY PAINS ALONE AND IS A STOIC IN HER OWN
phonemes: ʃiː tˈɛndz mˌiː lˈaɪk æn hˈʌmbəl slˈeɪv; ænd, wˌɛn ˌɪndˈiːsəntli aɪ ɹˈeɪv, wˌɛn ˈaʊt maɪ bɹˈuːɾɪʃ pˈæʃənz bɹˈeɪk, wɪð ɡˈɔːl ɪn ˈɛvɹi wˈɜːd aɪ spˈiːk, ʃiː wɪð sˈɔft spˈiːtʃ maɪ ˈæŋɡwɪʃ tʃˈɪɹz, ɔːɹ mˈɛlts maɪ pˈæʃənz dˌaʊn wɪð tˈɪɹz; ɔːlðˈoʊ tˈɪz ˈiːzi tə dᵻskɹˈeɪ ʃiː wˈɔnts ɐsˈɪstəns mˈɔːɹ ðɐn ˈaɪ; jˈɛt sˈiːmz tə fˈiːl maɪ pˈeɪnz ɐlˈoʊn, ænd ɪz ɐ stˈoʊɪk ɪn hɜːɹ ˈoʊn.