text_original: And yet, and yet, as years go on, Till their revenge is due, Will dreams outlived grow cold and wan, Will clay grow warm and true ? i6o LOVE HATH NO PART. Not love, poor child, but passion wild, That in thy heart is set ; Love hath no part in thee, thy heart Has never loved as yet.
text_transcription: AND YET AND YET AS YEARS GO ON TILL THEIR REVENGE IS DUE WILL DREAMS OUTLIVED GROW COLD AND WAN WILL CLAY GROW WARM AND TRUE LOVE HATH NO PART NOT LOVE POOR CHILD BUT PASSION WILD THAT IN THY HEART IS SET LOVE HATH NO PART IN THEE THY HEART HAS NEVER LOVED AS YET
phonemes: ænd jˈɛt, ænd jˈɛt, æz jˈɪɹz ɡˌoʊ ˈɔn, tˈɪl ðɛɹ ɹᵻvˈɛndʒ ɪz dˈuː, wɪl dɹˈiːmz aʊtlˈɪvd ɡɹˈoʊ kˈoʊld ænd wˈæn, wɪl klˈeɪ ɡɹˈoʊ wˈɔːɹm ænd tɹˈuː ? ˈaɪ sˈɪks ˈoʊ lˈʌv hæθ nˈoʊ pˈɑːɹt. nˌɑːt lˈʌv, pˈʊɹ tʃˈaɪld, bˌʌt pˈæʃən wˈaɪld, ðæt ɪn ðˌaɪ hˈɑːɹt ɪz sˈɛt ; lˈʌv hæθ nˈoʊ pˈɑːɹt ɪn ðˈiː, ðˌaɪ hˈɑːɹt hɐz nˈɛvɚ lˈʌvd æz jˈɛt.