text_original: Thou canst not rob me of my best estate, Though fortune, fame and friends, yea love shall go. Not to the dust shall my true self be hurled; Nor shall I meet thy worst assaults dismayed.
text_transcription: THOU CANST NOT ROB ME OF MY BEST ESTATE THOUGH FORTUNE FAME AND FRIENDS YEA LOVE SHALL GO NOT TO THE DUST SHALL MY TRUE SELF BE HURLED NOR SHALL I MEET THY WORST ASSAULTS DISMAYED
phonemes: ðˈaʊ kˈænst nˌɑːt ɹˈɑːb mˌiː ʌv maɪ bˈɛst ᵻstˈeɪt, ðˌoʊ fˈɔːɹtʃʊn, fˈeɪm ænd fɹˈɛndz, jˈeɪ lˈʌv ʃˌæl ɡˈoʊ. nˌɑːt tə ðə dˈʌst ʃˌæl maɪ tɹˈuː sˈɛlf biː hˈɜːld; nˈɔːɹ ʃˌæl aɪ mˈiːt ðˌaɪ wˈɜːst ɐsˈɔlts dɪsmˈeɪd.