text_original: There beck the traitor joys to him who buys, And Death sits panoplied in gorgeous guise. The dusts of hell, the dews of heavenly sods, Water of Lethe or the wine of gods.
text_transcription: THERE BACK THE TRAITOR JOYS TO HIM WHO BUYS AND DEATH SITS PANOPLETE IN GORGEOUS SKIES THE DUSTS OF HELL THE DEWS OF HEAVENLY SODS WATER OF LEATHY OR THE WINE OF GODS
phonemes: ðɛɹ bˈɛk ðə tɹˈeɪɾɚ dʒˈɔɪz tə hˌɪm hˌuː bˈaɪz, ænd dˈɛθ sˈɪts pˈænɑːplid ɪn ɡˈɔːɹdʒəs ɡˈaɪz. ðə dˈʌsts ʌv hˈɛl, ðə dˈuːz ʌv hˈɛvənli sˈɑːdz, wˈɔːɾɚɹ ʌv lˈɛð ɔːɹ ðə wˈaɪn ʌv ɡˈɑːdz.