text_original: 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. When Sirius[2] o'er the welkin rages, Our kindly help his fire assuages; But woman is a cursed inflamer, No parish ducking stool can tame her: To kindle strife, dame Nature taught her; Like fireworks, she can burn in water. For fickleness how durst you blame us, Who for our constancy are famous?
text_transcription: 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 WHEN SERIOUS O'ER THE WELKIN RAGES OUR KINDLY HELP HIS FIEREST WAGES BUT WOMAN IS ACCURSED INFLAMER NO PARISH DUCKING STOOL CAN TAME HER TO KINDLE STRIFE DAME NATURE TAUGHT HER LIKE FIREWORK SHE CAN BURN IN WATER FOR FICKLENESS HOW DURST YOU BLAME US WHO FOR OUR CONSTANCY ARE FAMOUS
phonemes: ɐ klˈaʊd ɪn pɹˈɑːpɚ sˈiːzən pˈɔːɹz hɪz blˈɛsɪŋz dˌaʊn ɪn fɹˈuːtfəl ʃˈaʊɚz; bˌʌt wˈʊmən wʌz baɪ fˈeɪt dɪzˈaɪnd tə pˈɔːɹ dˌaʊn kˈɜːsᵻz ˌɔn mæŋkˈaɪnd. wˌɛn sˈɪɹɪəs[tˈuː] ˈɔːɹ ðə wˈɛlkɪn ɹˈeɪdʒᵻz, ˌaʊɚ kˈaɪndli hˈɛlp hɪz fˈaɪɚɹ ɐswˈeɪdʒᵻz; bˌʌt wˈʊmən ɪz ɐ kˈɜːst ɪnflˈeɪmɚ, nˈoʊ pˈæɹɪʃ dˈʌkɪŋ stˈuːl kæn tˈeɪm hɜː: tə kˈɪndəl stɹˈaɪf, dˈeɪm nˈeɪtʃɚ tˈɔːt hɜː; lˈaɪk fˈaɪɚwɜːks, ʃiː kæn bˈɜːn ɪn wˈɔːɾɚ. fɔːɹ fˈɪkəlnəs hˌaʊ dˈɜːst juː blˈeɪm ˌʌs, hˌuː fɔːɹ ˌaʊɚ kˈɑːnstənsi ɑːɹ fˈeɪməs?