text_original: Yea, so, sweet friends, grieve not, — and yet, Without remembrance or regret I would the dead too might forget, Sleeping full sound beneath the yew, And the strewn rosemary and rue.
text_transcription: YEA SO SWEET FRIENDS GRIEVE NOT AND YET WITHOUT REMEMBRANCE OR REGRET I WOULD THE DEAD TOO MIGHT FORGET SLEEPING FULL SOUND BENEATH THE YEW AND THE STREWN ROSEMARY AND RUE
phonemes: jˈeɪ, sˈoʊ, swˈiːt fɹˈɛndz, ɡɹˈiːv nˈɑːt, — ænd jˈɛt, wɪðˌaʊt ɹᵻmˈɛmbɹəns ɔːɹ ɹᵻɡɹˈɛt aɪ wʊd ðə dˈɛd tˈuː mˌaɪt fɚɡˈɛt, slˈiːpɪŋ fˈʊl sˈaʊnd bᵻnˌiːθ ðə jˈuː, ænd ðə stɹˈuːn ɹˈoʊzmɚɹi ænd ɹˈuː.