text_original: But, when I once am out of pain, I promise to be good again; Meantime, your other juster friends Shall for my follies make amends; So may we long continue thus, Admiring you, you pitying us.
text_transcription: BUT WHEN I ONCE AM OUT OF PAIN I PROMISE TO BE GOOD AGAIN MEANTIME YOUR OTHER JUSTER FRIENDS SHALL FOR MY FOLLIES MAKE AMENDS SO MAY WE LONG CONTINUE THUS ADMIRING YOU YOU PITYING US
phonemes: bˌʌt, wˌɛn aɪ wˈʌns æm ˌaʊɾəv pˈeɪn, aɪ pɹˈɑːmɪs təbi ɡˈʊd ɐɡˈɛn; mˈiːntaɪm, jʊɹ ˈʌðɚ dʒˈʌstɚ fɹˈɛndz ʃˌæl fɔːɹ maɪ fˈɑːliz mˌeɪk ɐmˈɛndz; sˌoʊ mˈeɪ wiː lˈɔŋ kəntˈɪnjuː ðˈʌs, ɐdmˈaɪɚɹɪŋ juː, juː pˈɪɾiɪŋ ˌʌs.