text_original: She darted many a private glance, And freely made the first advance; Was of her beauty grown so vain, She doubted not to win the swain; Nothing she thought could sooner gain him, Than with her wit to entertain him.
text_transcription: SHE DARTED MANY A PRIVATE GLANCE AND FREELY MADE THE FIRST ADVANCE WAS OF HER BEAUTY GROWN SO VAIN SHE DOUBTED NOT TO WIN THE SWAIN NOTHING SHE THOUGHT COULD SOONER GAIN HIM THAN WITH HER WIT TO ENTERTAIN HIM
phonemes: ʃiː dˈɑːɹɾᵻd mˈɛni ɐ pɹˈaɪvət ɡlˈæns, ænd fɹˈiːli mˌeɪd ðə fˈɜːst ɐdvˈæns; wʌz ʌv hɜː bjˈuːɾi ɡɹˈoʊn sˌoʊ vˈeɪn, ʃiː dˈaʊɾᵻd nˌɑːt tə wˈɪn ðə swˈeɪn; nˈʌθɪŋ ʃiː θˈɔːt kʊd sˈuːnɚ ɡˈeɪn hˌɪm, ðɐn wɪð hɜː wˈɪt tʊ ˌɛntɚtˈeɪn hˌɪm.