text_original: You cannot be compared to one: I must, like him that painted Venus' face, Borrow from every one a grace; Virgil and Epicurus will not do, Their courting a retreat like you, Unless I put in Caesar's learning too: Your happy frame at once controls This great triumvirate of souls.
text_transcription: YOU CANNOT BE COMPAR'D TO ONE I MUST LIKE HIM THAT PAINTED VENUS'S FACE BORROW FROM EVERY ONE A GRACE VIRGIL AND EPICURUS WILL NOT DO THEIR COURTING A RETREAT LIKE YOU UNLESS I PUT IN CAESAR'S LEARNING TOO YOUR HAPPY FRAME AT ONCE CONTROLS THIS GREAT TRIUMVIRATE OF SOULS
phonemes: juː kænˈɑːt biː kəmpˈɛɹd tə wˌʌn: aɪ mˈʌst, lˈaɪk hˌɪm ðæt pˈeɪntᵻd vˈiːnəs fˈeɪs, bˈɑːɹoʊ fɹʌm ˈɛvɹi wˈʌn ɐ ɡɹˈeɪs; vˈɜːdʒɪl ænd ˈɛpɪkjˌʊɹɹəs wɪl nˌɑːt dˈuː, ðɛɹ kˈɔːɹɾɪŋ ɐ ɹᵻtɹˈiːt lˈaɪk juː, ʌnlˈɛs aɪ pˌʊt ɪn sˈiːzɚz lˈɜːnɪŋ tˈuː: jʊɹ hˈæpi fɹˈeɪm ɐtwˈʌns kəntɹˈoʊlz ðɪs ɡɹˈeɪt tɹaɪˈʌmvᵻɹˌeɪt ʌv sˈoʊlz.