text_original: Well seems it that they wear a cross of red, But better seems it that this earth should bear That blazon in the concourse of the stars, (Ere the Night conquer and the sun fall dead) And mid dark Signs and warring heavens glare, Disastrous, with the bloody light of Mars.
text_transcription: WELL SEEMS IT THAT THEY WEAR A CROSS OF RED BUT BETTER SEEMS IT THAT THIS EARTH SHOULD BEAR THAT BLAZON IN THE CONCOURSE OF THE STARS EVEN NIGHT CONQUER AND THE SUN FALL DEAD AND MID DARK SIGNS AND WARRING HEAVEN'S GLARE DISASTROUS WITH THE BLOODY LIGHT OF MARS
phonemes: wˈɛl sˈiːmz ɪt ðæt ðeɪ wˈɛɹ ɐ kɹˈɔs ʌv ɹˈɛd, bˌʌt bˈɛɾɚ sˈiːmz ɪt ðæt ðɪs ˈɜːθ ʃˌʊd bˈɛɹ ðæt blˈeɪzɑːn ɪnðə kˈɑːŋkɔːɹs ʌvðə stˈɑːɹz, (ˈɛɹ ðə nˈaɪt kˈɑːŋkɚ ænd ðə sˈʌn fˈɔːl dˈɛd) ænd mˈɪd dˈɑːɹk sˈaɪnz ænd wˈɔːɹɪŋ hˈɛvənz ɡlˈɛɹ, dɪzˈæstɹəs, wɪððə blˈʌdi lˈaɪt ʌv mˈɑːɹz.