text_original: You know a cloudy sky bespeaks Fair weather when the morning breaks; But women in a cloudy plight, Foretell a storm to last till night. A cloud in proper season pours His blessings down in fruitful showers; But woman was by fate design'd To pour down curses on mankind.
text_transcription: YOU KNOW A CLOUDY SKY BESPEAKS FAIR WEATHER WHEN THE MORNING BREAKS BUT WOMEN IN A CLOUDY PLIGHT FORETELL A STORM TO LAST TILL NIGHT A CLOUD IN PROPER SEASON POURS HIS BLESSINGS DOWN IN FRUITFUL SHOWERS BUT WOMAN WAS BY FATE DESIGN'D TO POUR DOWN CURSES ON MANKIND
phonemes: juː nˈoʊ ɐ klˈaʊdi skˈaɪ bᵻspˈiːks fˈɛɹ wˈɛðɚ wɛn ðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ bɹˈeɪks; bˌʌt wˈɪmɪn ɪn ɐ klˈaʊdi plˈaɪt, fɔːɹtˈɛl ɐ stˈɔːɹm tə lˈæst tˈɪl nˈaɪt. ɐ klˈaʊd ɪn pɹˈɑːpɚ sˈiːzən pˈɔːɹz hɪz blˈɛsɪŋz dˌaʊn ɪn fɹˈuːtfəl ʃˈaʊɚz; bˌʌt wˈʊmən wʌz baɪ fˈeɪt dɪzˈaɪnd tə pˈɔːɹ dˌaʊn kˈɜːsᵻz ˌɔn mæŋkˈaɪnd.