text_original: O praise, &c. O cursed catifes, void of grace, Will nothing serve your turne, But to behold your cuntries wrack, In malice while you burne? And Barnwell thou, which went to view Her grace in each degree, And how her life might be dispatcht, Thy death we all did see. O praise, &c.
text_transcription: O PRAISE ET CETERA O CURSED CAITUS VOID OF GRACE WILL NOTHING SERVE YOUR TURN BUT TO BEHOLD YOUR COUNTRY'S RACK IN MALICE WHILE YOU BURN AND BARN WELL THOU WHICH MEANT TO VIEW HER GRACE IN EACH DEGREE AND HOW HER LIFE MIGHT BE DISPATCHED THY DEATH WE ALL DID SEE O PRAISE ET C
phonemes: ˈoʊ pɹˈeɪz, ænd sˈiː. ˈoʊ kˈɜːst kˈæɾaɪfs, vˈɔɪd ʌv ɡɹˈeɪs, wɪl nˈʌθɪŋ sˈɜːv jʊɹ tˈɜːn, bˌʌt tə bᵻhˈoʊld jʊɹ kˈʌntɹiz ɹˈæk, ɪn mˈælɪs wˌaɪl juː bˈɜːn? ænd bˈɑːɹnwɛl ðˈaʊ, wˌɪtʃ wɛnt tə vjˈuː hɜː ɡɹˈeɪs ɪn ˈiːtʃ dᵻɡɹˈiː, ænd hˌaʊ hɜː lˈaɪf mˌaɪt biː dɪspˈætʃt, ðˌaɪ dˈɛθ wiː ˈɔːl dˈɪd sˈiː. ˈoʊ pɹˈeɪz, ænd sˈiː.