text_original: Thou now one heap of foulness art, All outward and within is foul; Condensed filth in every part, Thy body's clothed like thy soul: Thy soul, which through thy hide of buff Scarce glimmers like a dying snuff.
text_transcription: THOUGH NOW ONE HEAP OF FOULNESS ART ALL OUTWARD AND WITHIN IS FOUL CONDENSED FILTH IN EVERY PART THY BODIES CLOTHED LIKE THY SOUL THY SOUL WHICH THROUGH THY HIDE OF BUFF SCARCE GLIMMERS LIKE A DYING SNUFF
phonemes: ðˈaʊ nˈaʊ wˈʌn hˈiːp ʌv fˈaʊlnəs ˈɑːɹt, ˈɔːl ˈaʊtwɚd ænd wɪðˌɪn ɪz fˈaʊl; kəndˈɛnst fˈɪlθ ɪn ˈɛvɹi pˈɑːɹt, ðˌaɪ bˈɑːdiz klˈoʊðd lˈaɪk ðˌaɪ sˈoʊl: ðˌaɪ sˈoʊl, wˌɪtʃ θɹuː ðˌaɪ hˈaɪd ʌv bˈʌf skˈɛɹs ɡlˈɪmɚz lˈaɪk ɐ dˈaɪɪŋ snˈʌf.