text_original: We hardly thunder thrice a year; The bolt discharged, the sky grows clear; But every sublunary dowdy, The more she scolds, the more she's cloudy.
text_transcription: WE HARDLY THUNDER THRICE A YEAR THE BOLT DISCHARGED THE SKY GROWS CLEAR BUT EVERY SUBLUNARY DOWDY THE MORE SHE SCOLDS THE MORE SHE'S CLOUDY
phonemes: wiː hˈɑːɹdli θˈʌndɚ θɹˈaɪs ɐ jˈɪɹ; ðə bˈoʊlt dɪstʃˈɑːɹdʒd, ðə skˈaɪ ɡɹˈoʊz klˈɪɹ; bˌʌt ˈɛvɹi sˈʌbluːnˌɛɹi dˈaʊdi, ðə mˈɔːɹ ʃiː skˈoʊldz, ðə mˈɔːɹ ʃiːz klˈaʊdi.