text_original: Though candour and truth in my aspect I bear, Yet many poor creatures I help to ensnare. Though so much of Heaven appears in my make, The foulest impressions I easily take. My parent and I produce one another, The mother the daughter, the daughter the mother.
text_transcription: THOUGH CANDOUR AND TRUTH IN MY ASPECT I BEAR YET MANY POOR CREATURES I HELP TO ENSNARE THOUGH SO MUCH OF HEAVEN APPEARS IN MY MAKE THE FOULEST IMPRESSIONS I EASILY TAKE MY PARENT AND I PRODUCE ONE ANOTHER THE MOTHER THE DAUGHTER THE DAUGHTER THE MOTHER
phonemes: ðˌoʊ kˈændɚ ænd tɹˈuːθ ɪn maɪ ˈæspɛkt aɪ bˈɛɹ, jˈɛt mˈɛni pˈʊɹ kɹˈiːtʃɚz aɪ hˈɛlp tʊ ɛnsnˈɛɹ. ðˌoʊ sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ ʌv hˈɛvən ɐpˈɪɹz ɪn maɪ mˈeɪk, ðə fˈaʊlɪst ɪmpɹˈɛʃənz aɪ ˈiːzili tˈeɪk. maɪ pˈɛɹənt ænd aɪ pɹədˈuːs wˈʌn ɐnˈʌðɚ, ðə mˈʌðɚ ðə dˈɔːɾɚ, ðə dˈɔːɾɚ ðə mˈʌðɚ.