text_original: For what is't, Man, unto thy Better Part, That thou or Sick, or Poor, or Captive art? Since no Material Stroke the Soul can feel, The smart of Fire, or yet the Edge of Steel.
text_transcription: FOR WHAT IST MAN UNTO THY BETTER PART THAT THOU OR SICK OR POOR OR CAPTIVE ART SINCE NO MATERIAL STROKE THE SOUL CAN FEEL THEE SMART OF FIRE OR YET THE EDGE OF STEEL
phonemes: fɔːɹ wʌt ˈɪst, mˈæn, ˌʌntʊ ðˌaɪ bˈɛɾɚ pˈɑːɹt, ðæt ðˈaʊ ɔːɹ sˈɪk, ɔːɹ pˈʊɹ, ɔːɹ kˈæptɪv ˈɑːɹt? sˈɪns nˈoʊ mətˈɪɹiəl stɹˈoʊk ðə sˈoʊl kæn fˈiːl, ðə smˈɑːɹt ʌv fˈaɪɚ, ɔːɹ jˈɛt ðɪ ˈɛdʒ ʌv stˈiːl.