text_original: I came to London, and there heard that all was bewrayed; whereupon, like Adam, we fled into the woods to hide ourselves, and there were apprehended. My dear countrymen, my sorrows may be your joy, yet mix your smiles with tears, and pity my case.
text_transcription: I CAME TO LONDON AND THERE HEARD THAT ALL WAS BEWRAYED WHEREUPON LIKE ADAM WE FLED INTO THE WOODS TO HIDE OURSELVES AND THERE WERE APPREHENDED MY DEAR COUNTRYM MY SORROWS MAY BE YOUR JOY YET MIX YOUR SMILES WITH TEARS AND PITY MY CASE
phonemes: aɪ kˈeɪm tə lˈʌndən, ænd ðɛɹ hˈɜːd ðæt ˈɔːl wʌz bᵻɹˈeɪd; wˈɛɹəpˌɑːn, lˈaɪk ˈædəm, wiː flˈɛd ˌɪntʊ ðə wˈʊdz tə hˈaɪd aʊɚsˈɛlvz, ænd ðɛɹwˌɜːɹ ˌæpɹihˈɛndᵻd. maɪ dˈɪɹ kˈʌntɹɪmˌɛn, maɪ sˈɑːɹoʊz mˈeɪ biː jʊɹ dʒˈɔɪ, jˈɛt mˈɪks jʊɹ smˈaɪlz wɪð tˈɪɹz, ænd pˈɪɾi maɪ kˈeɪs.