text_original: 'Curse God and die: what better hope than this? He hath forgotten thee in all the bliss Of his gold city, and eternal day'— Nay peace: behind my prison's blinded bars I do possess what none can take away, My love and all the glory of the stars.
text_transcription: CURSE GOD AND DIE WHAT BETTER HOPE THAN THIS HE HATH FORGOTTEN THEE IN ALL THE BLISS OF HIS GOLD CITY AND ETERNAL DAY NAY PEACE BEHIND MY PRISON'S BLINDED BARS I DO POSSESS WHAT NONE CAN TAKE AWAY MY LOVE AND ALL THE GLORY OF THE STARS
phonemes: kˈɜːs ɡˈɑːd ænd dˈaɪ: wˌʌt bˈɛɾɚ hˈoʊp ðɐn ðˈɪs? hiː hæθ fɚɡˈɑːʔn̩ ðiː ɪn ˈɔːl ðə blˈɪs ʌv hɪz ɡˈoʊld sˈɪɾi, ænd ɪtˈɜːnəl dˈeɪ— nˈeɪ pˈiːs: bᵻhˌaɪnd maɪ pɹˈɪzənz blˈaɪndᵻd bˈɑːɹz aɪ dˈuː pəzˈɛs wʌt nˈʌn kæn tˈeɪk ɐwˈeɪ, maɪ lˈʌv ænd ˈɔːl ðə ɡlˈɔːɹi ʌvðə stˈɑːɹz.