text_original: Her sad Surprize how can it be exprest, When all on which she built her Joy she finds, Vanish, like Clouds, disperst before the Winds; Her self, who th'adored Idol wont to be, A poor despis'd Idolater to see?
text_transcription: HER SAD SURPRISE HOW CAN IT BE EXPREST WHEN ALL ON WHICH SHE BUILT HER JOY SHE FINDS VANISH LIKE CLOUDS DISPERS'D BEFORE THE WINDS HERSELF WHO THE ADORED IDOL WONT TO BE A POOR DESPISED IDOLATER TO SEE
phonemes: hɜː sˈæd sɚpɹˈaɪz hˌaʊ kæn ɪt biː ɛkspɹˈɛst, wˌɛn ˈɔːl ˌɔn wˌɪtʃ ʃiː bˈɪlt hɜː dʒˈɔɪ ʃiː fˈaɪndz, vˈænɪʃ, lˈaɪk klˈaʊdz, dɪspˈɜːst bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə wˈɪndz; hɜː sˈɛlf, hˌuː tˌiːˈeɪtʃˈædɚd ˈaɪdəl wˈɔnt tə bˈiː, ɐ pˈʊɹ dᵻspˈɪzd aɪdˈɑːleɪɾɚ tə sˈiː?