text_original: It were better for her, this day, you died Than that Love should wear a shroud. It were better far that her song were mute, To swell forth a later day; For Love that hath never a constant root Must fade and wither away.
text_transcription: IT WERE BETTER FOR HER TO STAY WHO DIED THAN THAT LOVE SHOULD WEAR A SHROUD IT WERE BETTER FOR THAT A SONG FROM YOU TO SWELL FOR THE LATER DAY FOR LOVE THAT HATH NEVER CONSTANT ROOT MUST FADE AND WITHER AWAY
phonemes: ɪt wɜː bˈɛɾɚ fɔːɹ hɜː, ðɪs dˈeɪ, juː dˈaɪd ðɐn ðæt lˈʌv ʃˌʊd wˈɛɹ ɐ ʃɹˈaʊd. ɪt wɜː bˈɛɾɚ fˈɑːɹ ðæt hɜː sˈɔŋ wɜː mjˈuːt, tə swˈɛl fˈɔːɹθ ɐ lˈeɪɾɚ dˈeɪ; fɔːɹ lˈʌv ðæt hæθ nˈɛvɚɹ ɐ kˈɑːnstənt ɹˈuːt mˈʌst fˈeɪd ænd wˈɪðɚɹ ɐwˈeɪ.