text_original: Tell me thou safest End of all our Woe, Why wreched Mortals do avoid thee so: Thou gentle drier o'th' afflicteds Tears, Thou noble ender of the Cowards Fears; Thou sweet Repose to Lovers sad dispaire, Thou Calm t'Ambitions rough Tempestuous Care.
text_transcription: TELL ME THOU SAFEST END OF ALL OUR WOE WHY WRETCHED MORTALS DO AVOID THEE SO THOU GENTLE DRIER O THE INFLICTED'S TEARS THOU NOBLE ENDER OF THE COWARD SPHERES THOU SWEET REPOSE TO LOVER'S SAD DESPAIR THOU CALM T AMBITION'S ROUGH TEMPESTUOUS CARE
phonemes: tˈɛl mˌiː ðˈaʊ sˈeɪfɪst ˈɛnd ʌv ˈɔːl ˌaʊɚ wˈoʊ, wˌaɪ ɹˈɛtʃt mˈɔːɹɾəlz dˈuː ɐvˈɔɪd ðiː sˈoʊ: ðˈaʊ dʒˈɛntəl dɹˈaɪɚɹ oʊθ ɐflˈɪktᵻdz tˈɪɹz, ðˈaʊ nˈoʊbəl ˈɛndɚɹ ʌvðə kˈaʊɚdz fˈɪɹz; ðˈaʊ swˈiːt ɹᵻpˈoʊz tə lˈʌvɚz sˈæd dɪspˈɛɹ, ðˈaʊ kˈɑːm tˈiːæmbˈɪʃənz ɹˈʌf tɛmpˈɛstʃuːəs kˈɛɹ.