text_original: Such were the storms good Sancroft long has borne; The mitre, which his sacred head has worn, Was, like his Master's Crown, inwreath'd with thorn.
text_transcription: SUCH WERE THE STORMS GOOD SANCROFT LONG HAS BORNE THE MITRE WHICH HIS SACRED HEAD HAS WORN WAS LIKE HIS MASTER'S CROWN IN WREATHED WITH THORN
phonemes: sˈʌtʃ wɜː ðə stˈɔːɹmz ɡˈʊd sˈæŋkɹɔft lˈɔŋ hɐz bˈɔːɹn; ðə mˈaɪɾɚ, wˌɪtʃ hɪz sˈeɪkɹɪd hˈɛd hɐz wˈɔːɹn, wʌz, lˈaɪk hɪz mˈæstɚz kɹˈaʊn, ɪnɹˈiːθd wɪð θˈɔːɹn.