text_original: Can clouds give buboes, ulcers, blotches, Or from your noses dig out notches? We leave the body sweet and sound; We kill, 'tis true, but never wound.
text_transcription: CAN CLOUDS GIVE BUBOS ULCERS BLOTCHES OR FROM YOUR NOSES DIG OUT NOTCHES WE LEAVE THE BODY SWEET AND SOUND WE KILL TIS TRUE BUT NEVER WOUND
phonemes: kæn klˈaʊdz ɡˈɪv bjˈuːboʊz, ˈʌlsɚz, blˈɑːtʃᵻz, ɔːɹ fɹʌm jʊɹ nˈoʊzᵻz dˈɪɡ ˈaʊt nˈɑːtʃᵻz? wiː lˈiːv ðə bˈɑːdi swˈiːt ænd sˈaʊnd; wiː kˈɪl, tˈɪz tɹˈuː, bˌʌt nˈɛvɚ wˈuːnd.