text_original: No Mundan Care shall more affect my Breast, My profound Peace shake or molest: But _Stupor_, like to Death, my Senses bind, That so I may anticipate that Rest, Which only in my Grave I hope to find.
text_transcription: NO MUNDANE CARE SHALL MORE AFFECT MY BREAST MY PROFOUND PEACE SHAKE OR MOLEST BUT STUPOR LIKE TO DEATH MY SENSES BIND THAT SO I MAY ANTICIPATE THAT REST WHICH ONLY IN MY GRAVE I HOPE TO FIND
phonemes: nˈoʊ mˈʌndən kˈɛɹ ʃˌæl mˈɔːɹ ɐfˈɛkt maɪ bɹˈɛst, maɪ pɹəfˈaʊnd pˈiːs ʃˈeɪk ɔːɹ məlˈɛst: bˌʌt stˈuːpɚ, lˈaɪk tə dˈɛθ, maɪ sˈɛnsᵻz bˈaɪnd, ðæt sˌoʊ aɪ mˈeɪ æntˈɪsᵻpˌeɪt ðæt ɹˈɛst, wˌɪtʃ ˈoʊnli ɪn maɪ ɡɹˈeɪv aɪ hˈoʊp tə fˈaɪnd.