text_original: Such a worm was Will Wood, when he scratch'd at the door Of a governing statesman or favourite whore; The death of our nation he seem'd to foretell, And the sound of his brass we took for our knell.
text_transcription: SUCH A WORM WAS WILLOOD WHEN HE SCRATCHED AT THE DOOR OF A GOVERNING STATESMAN OR FAVORITE WHORE THE DEATH OF OUR NATION HE SEEMED TO FORETELL AND THE SOUND OF HIS BRASS WE TOOK FOR OUR KNELL
phonemes: sˈʌtʃ ɐ wˈɜːm wʌz wɪl wˈʊd, wˌɛn hiː skɹˈætʃd æt ðə dˈɔːɹ əvə ɡˈʌvɚnɪŋ stˈeɪtsmən ɔːɹ fˈeɪvɹɪt hˈɔːɹ; ðə dˈɛθ ʌv ˌaʊɚ nˈeɪʃən hiː sˈiːmd tə fɔːɹtˈɛl, ænd ðə sˈaʊnd ʌv hɪz bɹˈæs wiː tˈʊk fɔːɹ ˌaʊɚ nˈɛl.