text_original: As my first transport abated, my passion grew turbulent and unruly. I was giddy with standing on the brink of bliss, and all my virtue and philosophy were scarce sufficient to restrain the inordinate sallies of desire.
text_transcription: AS MY FIRST TRANSPORT ABATED MY PASSION GREW TURBULENT AND UNRULY I WAS GIDDY WITH STANDING ON THE BRINK OF BLISS AND ALL MY VIRTUE AND PHILOSOPHY WERE SCARCE SUFFICIENT TO RESTRAIN THE INORDINATE SALLIES OF DESIRE
phonemes: æz maɪ fˈɜːst tɹˈænspɔːɹt ɐbˈeɪɾᵻd, maɪ pˈæʃən ɡɹˈuː tˈɜːbjʊlənt ænd ʌnɹˈuːli. aɪ wʌz ɡˈɪdi wɪð stˈændɪŋ ɔnðə bɹˈɪŋk ʌv blˈɪs, ænd ˈɔːl maɪ vˈɜːtʃuː ænd fɪlˈɑːsəfi wɜː skˈɛɹs səfˈɪʃənt tə ɹᵻstɹˈeɪn ðɪ ɪnˈɔːɹdᵻnət sˈæliz ʌv dɪzˈaɪɚ.