text_original: Oh Cruel Fetters! rather wish to feel, On your soft Limbs, the Gauling Weight of Steel; Rather to bloudy Wounds oppose your Breast No Ill, by which the Body can be prest; You will so sensible a Torment find, As Shackles on your captivated Mind.
text_transcription: O CRUEL FETTERS RATHER WISH TO FEEL ON YOUR SOFT LIMBS THE GALLING WEIGHT OF STEEL RATHER TO BLOODY WOUNDS OPPOSE YOUR BREAST NO ILL BY WHICH THE BODY CAN BE PREST YOU WILL SO SENSIBLE A TORMENT FIND AS SHACKLES ON YOUR CAPTIVATED MIND
phonemes: ˈoʊ kɹˈuːəl fˈɛɾɚz! ɹˈæðɚ wˈɪʃ tə fˈiːl, ˌɔn jʊɹ sˈɔft lˈɪmz, ðə ɡˈɔːlɪŋ wˈeɪt ʌv stˈiːl; ɹˈæðɚ tə blˈaʊdi wˈuːndz əpˈoʊz jʊɹ bɹˈɛst nˈoʊ ˈɪl, baɪ wˌɪtʃ ðə bˈɑːdi kæn biː pɹˈɛst; juː wɪl sˌoʊ sˈɛnsᵻbəl ɐ tˈɔːɹmɛnt fˈaɪnd, æz ʃˈækəlz ˌɔn jʊɹ kˈæptᵻvˌeɪɾᵻd mˈaɪnd.