text_original: Through candle light she view'd the wine, To see that ev'ry glass was fine. At last, grown prouder than the devil With feeding high, and treatment civil, Don Carlos now began to find His malice work as he design'd.
text_transcription: THROUGH CANDLE LIGHT SHE VIEWED THE WINE TO SEE THAT EVERY GLASS WAS FINE AT LAST GROWN PROUDER THAN THE DEVIL WITH FEEDING HIGH IN TREATMENT CIVIL DON CARLOS NOW BEGAN TO FIND HIS MALICE WORK AS HE DESIGNED
phonemes: θɹuː kˈændəl lˈaɪt ʃiː vjˈuːd ðə wˈaɪn, tə sˈiː ðæt ˈɛvɹi ɡlˈæs wʌz fˈaɪn. æt lˈæst, ɡɹˈoʊn pɹˈaʊdɚ ðɐn ðə dˈɛvəl wɪð fˈiːdɪŋ hˈaɪ, ænd tɹˈiːtmənt sˈɪvəl, dˈɑːn kˈɑːɹloʊz nˈaʊ bɪɡˈæn tə fˈaɪnd hɪz mˈælɪs wˈɜːk æz hiː dɪzˈaɪnd.