text_original: _Alin._ Fond Swain, go dote upon the new blown Rose, Whose Beauty with the Morning did disclose, And e're Days King forsakes th'enlighted Earth, Wither'd, returns from whence it took its Birth.
text_transcription: ALINDA FOND SWAIN GO DOTE UPON THE NEW BLOWN ROSE WHOSE BEAUTY WITH THE MORNING DID DISCLOSE AND ERE DAY'S KING FORSAKES THE ENLIGHTENED EARTH WITHERED RETURNS FROM WHENCE IT TOOK ITS BIRTH
phonemes: ˈeɪlɪn.fˈɑːnd swˈeɪn, ɡˌoʊ dˈoʊt əpˌɑːn ðə nˈuː blˈoʊn ɹˈoʊz, hˌuːz bjˈuːɾi wɪððə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ dˈɪd dɪsklˈoʊz, ænd ˈiːɚ dˈeɪz kˈɪŋ fɔːɹsˈeɪks tˌiːˈeɪtʃˈɛnlaɪɾᵻd ˈɜːθ, wˈɪðɚd, ɹᵻtˈɜːnz fɹʌm wˈɛns ɪt tˈʊk ɪts bˈɜːθ.