text_original: This was he so swift To flatter kings, then jeer the sceptred blood With its mortality. And this was he 62 SHAKESPEARE Who loved the common man enough, perhaps, But failed not to remind him of his stink.
text_transcription: THIS WAS HE SO SWIFT TO FLATTER KINGS THAT JEODUSCEPTED BLOOD WITH ITS MORTALITY AND THIS WAS HE WHO LOVED THE COMMON MAN ENOUGH PERHAPS BUT FAILED NOT TO REMIND HIM OF HIS STING
phonemes: ðɪs wʌz hiː sˌoʊ swˈɪft tə flˈæɾɚ kˈɪŋz, ðˈɛn dʒˈɪɹ ðə skˈɛptəd blˈʌd wɪð ɪts mɔːɹtˈælᵻɾi. ænd ðɪs wʌz hiː sˈɪksti tˈuː ʃˈeɪkspɪɹ hˌuː lˈʌvd ðə kˈɑːmən mˈæn ɪnˈʌf, pɚhˈæps, bˌʌt fˈeɪld nˌɑːt tə ɹᵻmˈaɪnd hˌɪm ʌv hɪz stˈɪŋk.