text_original: Yet she, though seeming pleased, can't bear The scorching sun, or chilling air; Disturb'd alike at both extremes, Whether he shows or hides his beams: Though seeming pleased at all she sees, Starts at the ruffling of the trees, And scarce can speak for want of breath, In half a walk fatigued to death.
text_transcription: YET SHE THOUGH SEEMING PLEASED CAN'T BEAR THE SCORCHING SUN OR CHILLING AIR DISTURBED ALIKE AT BOTH EXTREMES WHETHER HE SHOWS OR HIDES HIS BEAMS THOUGH SEEMING PLEASED AT ALL SHE SEES STARTS AT THE RUFFLING OF THE TREES AND SCARCE CAN SPEAK FOR WANT OF BREATH IN HALF A WALK FATIGUED TO DEATH
phonemes: jˈɛt ʃiː, ðˌoʊ sˈiːmɪŋ plˈiːzd, kˈænt bˈɛɹ ðə skˈɔːɹtʃɪŋ sˈʌn, ɔːɹ tʃˈɪlɪŋ ˈɛɹ; dɪstˈɜːbd ɐlˈaɪk æt bˈoʊθ ɛkstɹˈiːmz, wˈɛðɚ hiː ʃˈoʊz ɔːɹ hˈaɪdz hɪz bˈiːmz: ðˌoʊ sˈiːmɪŋ plˈiːzd æɾ ˈɔːl ʃiː sˈiːz, stˈɑːɹts æt ðə ɹˈʌflɪŋ ʌvðə tɹˈiːz, ænd skˈɛɹs kæn spˈiːk fɔːɹ wˈɔnt ʌv bɹˈɛθ, ɪn hˈæf ɐ wˈɔːk fɐtˈiːɡd tə dˈɛθ.