text_original: See "My Lady's Lamentation," next page.  _W. E. B._] ON A VERY OLD GLASS AT MARKET HILL Frail glass! thou mortal art as well as I; Though none can tell which of us first shall die.
text_transcription: PLEASE VISIT LIVERPOX DOT ORG ON A VERY OLD GLASS AT MARKET HILL FRAIL GLASS THOU MORTAL ART AS WELL AS I THOUGH NONE CAN TELL WHICH OF US FIRST SHALL DIE
phonemes: sˈiː "maɪ lˈeɪdiz lɐməntˈeɪʃən," nˈɛkst pˈeɪdʒ.  dˈʌbəljˌuː. ˈiː. bˈiː.] ˌɔn ɐ vˈɛɹi ˈoʊld ɡlˈæs æt mˈɑːɹkɪt hˈɪl fɹˈeɪl ɡlˈæs! ðˈaʊ mˈɔːɹɾəl ˈɑːɹt æz wˈɛl æz ˈaɪ; ðˌoʊ nˈʌn kæn tˈɛl wˌɪtʃ ʌv ˌʌs fˈɜːst ʃˌæl dˈaɪ.