text_original: Nought but the memory of the dead Bedimm'd their glorious joys; Ay  there's the rub  the hour of strife, Though follow years of fame, Is still in mournful memory link'd With some death hallow'd name.
text_transcription: NOUGHT BUT THE MEMORY OF THE DEAD BE DIMMED THEIR GLORIOUS JOYS AY THEIRS THE ROB THE HOUR OF STRIFE THOUGH FOLLOW YEARS OF FAME IS STILL IN MOURNFUL MEMORY LINK'D WITH SOME DEATH HALLOWED NAME
phonemes: nˈɔːt bˌʌt ðə mˈɛmɚɹi ʌvðə dˈɛd bᵻdˈɪmd ðɛɹ ɡlˈɔːɹiəs dʒˈɔɪz; ˈaɪ ðɛɹz ðə ɹˈʌb ðɪ ˈaʊɚɹ ʌv stɹˈaɪf, ðˌoʊ fˈɑːloʊ jˈɪɹz ʌv fˈeɪm, ɪz stˈɪl ɪn mˈɔːɹnfəl mˈɛmɚɹi lˈɪŋkd wɪð sˌʌm dˈɛθ hˈæloʊd nˈeɪm.