text_original: None is like her, none above her, Who so lifts my youth in me, That a little more to love her Were to leave her free! But to winne Katheryn, Is mine utmost love's degree.
text_transcription: NONE IS LIKE HER NONE ABOVE FOR WHOSO LIVES MY YOUTH AND ME THAT THE LITTLE MORE TO LOVE HER WERE TO LEAVE HER FREE BUT TO WIN A CATHARINE IS MY UTMOST LOVE'S DEGREE
phonemes: nˈʌn ɪz lˈaɪk hɜː, nˈʌn əbˈʌv hɜː, hˌuː sˌoʊ lˈɪfts maɪ jˈuːθ ɪn mˌiː, ðˌæɾə lˈɪɾəl mˈɔːɹ tə lˈʌv hɜː wɜː tə lˈiːv hɜː fɹˈiː! bˌʌt tə wˈɪn kˈæθɚɹˌɪn, ɪz mˈaɪn ˈʌtmoʊst lˈʌvz dᵻɡɹˈiː.