text_original: Behold his funeral appears, Nor widows' sighs, nor orphans' tears, Wont at such times each heart to pierce, Attend the progress of his hearse. But what of that? his friends may say, He had those honours in his day.
text_transcription: BEHOLD HIS FUNERAL APPEARS NOR WIDOW'S SIZE NOR ORPHAN'S TEARS WONT AT SUCH TIMES EACH HEART TO PIERCE ATTEND THE PROGRESS OF HIS HEARSE BUT WHAT OF THAT HIS FRIENDS MAY SAY HE HAD THOSE HONOURS IN HIS DAY
phonemes: bᵻhˈoʊld hɪz fjˈuːnɚɹəl ɐpˈɪɹz, nˈɔːɹ wˈɪdoʊz sˈaɪz, nˈɔːɹ ˈɔːɹfənz tˈɪɹz, wˈɔnt æt sˈʌtʃ tˈaɪmz ˈiːtʃ hˈɑːɹt tə pˈɪɹs, ɐtˈɛnd ðə pɹˈɑːɡɹɛs ʌv hɪz hˈɜːs. bˌʌt wʌt ʌv ðˈæt? hɪz fɹˈɛndz mˈeɪ sˈeɪ, hiː hæd ðoʊz ˈɑːnɚz ɪn hɪz dˈeɪ.