text_original: Now Sorrow hath her pure and perfect part, Turning great eyes on Beauty s dear excess, Till, desperate, the heart Aches for some wild and unknown happiness.
text_transcription: NOW SORROW HATH HER PURE AND PERFECT PART TURNING GREAT EYES ON BEAUTY'S DEAR EXCESS TILL DESPERATE THE HEART ACHES FOR SOME WILD AND UNKNOWN HAPPINESS
phonemes: nˈaʊ sˈɑːɹoʊ hæθ hɜː pjˈʊɹ ænd pˈɜːfɛkt pˈɑːɹt, tˈɜːnɪŋ ɡɹˈeɪt ˈaɪz ˌɔn bjˈuːɾi ˈɛs dˈɪɹ ɛksˈɛs, tˈɪl, dˈɛspɚɹət, ðə hˈɑːɹt ˈeɪkz fɔːɹ sˌʌm wˈaɪld ænd ʌnnˈoʊn hˈæpɪnəs.