text_original: Wert thou right woman, thou should'st scorn to look On an abandon'd wretch by hopes forsook; Forsook by hopes, ill fortune's last relief, Assign'd for life to unremitting grief; For, let Heaven's wrath enlarge these weary days, If hope e'er dawns the smallest of its rays.
text_transcription: WERT THOU RIGHT WOMAN THOU SHOULDST SCORN TO LOOK ON AN ABANDONED WRETCH BY HOPES FORSOOK FORSOOK BY HOPE'S ILL FORTUNE'S LAST RELIEF ASSIGN'D FOR LIFE TO UNREMITTING GRIEF FOR LET HEAVEN'S WRATH ENLARGE THESE WEARY DAYS IF HOPE ERE DAWNS THE SMALLEST OF ITS RAYS
phonemes: wˈɜːt ðˈaʊ ɹˈaɪt wˈʊmən, ðˈaʊ ʃˈʊdst skˈɔːɹn tə lˈʊk ˌɔn ɐn ɐbˈændənd ɹˈɛtʃ baɪ hˈoʊps fɔːɹsˈʊk; fɔːɹsˈʊk baɪ hˈoʊps, ˈɪl fˈɔːɹtʃʊnz lˈæst ɹᵻlˈiːf, ɐsˈaɪnd fɔːɹ lˈaɪf tʊ ˌʌnɹiːmˈɪɾɪŋ ɡɹˈiːf; fɔːɹ, lˈɛt hˈɛvənz ɹˈæθ ɛnlˈɑːɹdʒ ðiːz wˈɪɹi dˈeɪz, ɪf hˈoʊp ˈɛɹ dˈɔːnz ðə smˈɔːlɪst ʌv ɪts ɹˈeɪz.