text_original: Men slay the prophets; fagot, rack, and cross Make up the groaning record of the past; But Evil's triumphs are her endless loss, And sovereign Beauty wins the soul at last.
text_transcription: MAN'S LATER PROPHETS FAGGOT WRECK AND CROSS MAKE UP THE GROANING RECORD OF THE PAST BUT EVIL TRIUMPHS ARE HER ENDLESS LOSS AND SOVEREIGN BEAUTY WINS THE SOUL AT LAST
phonemes: mˈɛn slˈeɪ ðə pɹˈɑːfɪts; fˈæɡət, ɹˈæk, ænd kɹˈɔs mˌeɪk ˌʌp ðə ɡɹˈoʊnɪŋ ɹˈɛkɚd ʌvðə pˈæst; bˌʌt ˈiːvəlz tɹˈaɪʌmfz ɑːɹ hɜːɹ ˈɛndləs lˈɔs, ænd sˈɑːvɚɹˌɪn bjˈuːɾi wˈɪnz ðə sˈoʊl æt lˈæst.