text_original: In that dark Melancholy Cell, (Retreate and Sollace to my Woe) Love, sad Dispair, and I, do dwell, The Springs from whence my Griefs do flow.
text_transcription: IN THAT DARK MELANCHOLY CELL RETREAT IN SOLACE TO MY WOE LOVE'S SAD DESPAIR AND EYE DO DWELL THE SPRINGS FROM WHENCE MY GRIEFS DO FLOW
phonemes: ɪn ðæt dˈɑːɹk mˈɛləŋkˌɑːli sˈɛl, (ɹᵻtɹˈiːt ænd sˈɑːleɪs tə maɪ wˈoʊ) lˈʌv, sˈæd dɪspˈɛɹ, ænd ˈaɪ, dˈuː dwˈɛl, ðə spɹˈɪŋz fɹʌm wˈɛns maɪ ɡɹˈiːfs dˈuː flˈoʊ.