text_original: Beneath those sweets conceal'd lay, To Love the cruel Foe, Disdain, With which (alas) she does repay My Constant and Deserving Pain. When I in Tears have spent the Night, With Sighs I usher in the Sun, Who never saw a sadder sight, In all the Courses he has run.
text_transcription: BENEATH THOSE SWEETS CONCEAL'D LAY TO LOVE THE CRUEL FOE DISDAIN WITH WHICH ALAS SHE DOES REPAY MY CONSTANT AND DESERVING PAIN WHEN I IN TEARS HAVE SPENT THE NIGHT WITH SIGHS I USHER IN THE SUN WHO NEVER SAW A SADDER SIGHT IN ALL THE COURSES HE HAS RUN
phonemes: bᵻnˌiːθ ðoʊz swˈiːts kənsˈiːld lˈeɪ, tə lˈʌv ðə kɹˈuːəl fˈoʊ, dɪsdˈeɪn, wɪð wˈɪtʃ (ɐlˈæs) ʃiː dˈʌz ɹᵻpˈeɪ maɪ kˈɑːnstənt ænd dɪzˈɜːvɪŋ pˈeɪn. wˌɛn aɪ ɪn tˈɪɹz hæv spˈɛnt ðə nˈaɪt, wɪð sˈaɪz aɪ ˈʌʃɚɹ ɪnðə sˈʌn, hˌuː nˈɛvɚ sˈɔː ɐ sˈædɚ sˈaɪt, ɪn ˈɔːl ðə kˈɔːɹsᵻz hiː hɐz ɹˈʌn.