text_original: She alone of Shepherdesses With her blue disdayning eyes, Wo'd not hark a Kyng that dresses All his lute in sighes: Yet to winne Katheryn, I elect for mine Emprise. 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: SHE ALONE OF SHEPHERDESS IS WITH HER BLUE DISDAINING EYES WHO WOULD NOT HARK A KING THAT DRESSES ALL HIS LUTE IN SIZE YET TO WIN A CATHARINE I ELECT FOR MINE EMPRISE 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: ʃiː ɐlˈoʊn ʌv ʃˈɛfɚdˌɛsᵻz wɪð hɜː blˈuː dɪsdˈeɪnɪŋ ˈaɪz, wˈoʊd nˌɑːt hˈɑːɹk ɐ kˈɪŋ ðæt dɹˈɛsᵻz ˈɔːl hɪz lˈuːt ɪn sˈaɪz: jˈɛt tə wˈɪn kˈæθɚɹˌɪn, aɪ ᵻlˈɛkt fɔːɹ mˈaɪn ɛmpɹˈaɪz. 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.