text_original: O deeds of awe and rapture! O names of legendry! Still is it most of joy within your altered pale to be, Whose very ills I fain would slake, Mine angels are, and help to make In hell, a heaven for me.
text_transcription: OH DEEDS OF AWE AND RAPTURE O NAMES OF LEGENDRY STILL IS IT MOST OF JOY WITHIN YOUR ALTERED PALE TO BE WHOSE VERY ILLS I FAIN WOULD SLAKE MINE ANGELS ARE AND HELP TO MAKE IN HELL A HEAVEN FOR ME
phonemes: ˈoʊ dˈiːdz ʌv ˈɔː ænd ɹˈæptʃɚ! ˈoʊ nˈeɪmz ʌv lˈɛdʒəndɹi! stˈɪl ɪz ɪt mˈoʊst əv dʒˈɔɪ wɪðˌɪn jʊɹ ˈɔltɚd pˈeɪl tə bˈiː, hˌuːz vˈɛɹi ˈɪlz aɪ fˈeɪn wʊd slˈeɪk, mˈaɪn ˈeɪndʒəlz ɑːɹ, ænd hˈɛlp tə mˌeɪk ɪn hˈɛl, ɐ hˈɛvən fɔːɹ mˌiː.