text_original: Not to the dust shall my true self be hurled; Nor shall I meet thy worst assaults dismayed. When all things in the balance are well weighed, There is but one great danger in the world   _Thou canst not force my soul to wish thee ill_, That is the only evil that can kill.
text_transcription: NOT TO THE DUST SHALL MY TRUE SELF BE HURLED NOR SHALL I MEET THY WORST ASSAULTS DISMAYED WHEN ALL THINGS IN THE BALANCE ARE WELL WEIGHED THERE IS BUT ONE GREAT DANGER IN THE WORLD THOU CANST NOT FORCE MY SOUL TO WISH THEE ILL THAT IS THE ONLY EVIL THAT CAN KILL
phonemes: nˌɑːt tə ðə dˈʌst ʃˌæl maɪ tɹˈuː sˈɛlf biː hˈɜːld; nˈɔːɹ ʃˌæl aɪ mˈiːt ðˌaɪ wˈɜːst ɐsˈɔlts dɪsmˈeɪd. wˌɛn ˈɔːl θˈɪŋz ɪnðə bˈæləns ɑːɹ wˈɛl wˈeɪd, ðɛɹ ɪz bˌʌt wˈʌn ɡɹˈeɪt dˈeɪndʒɚɹ ɪnðə wˈɜːld ðˈaʊ kˈænst nˌɑːt fˈɔːɹs maɪ sˈoʊl tə wˈɪʃ ðiː ˈɪl, ðæt ɪz ðɪ ˈoʊnli ˈiːvəl ðæt kæn kˈɪl.