text_original: VI. In vain complaining elegies he writ, And taught his tuneful instrument to grieve, And sang in quavers how his heart was split, Constant beneath her lattice with each eve; She mock'd his wooing with her wicked wit, And slash'd his suit so that it matched his sleeve, Till he grew silent at the vesper star, And, quite despairing, hamstring'd his guitar. VII.
text_transcription: SIX IN VAIN COMPLAINING ELEGIES HE WRIT AND TAUGHT HIS TUNEFUL INSTRUMENT TO GRIEVE AND SANG IN QUAVERS HOW HIS HEART WAS SPLIT CONSTANT BENEATH HER LETTUCE WITH EACH EVE SHE MOCKED HIS WOOING WITH HER WICKED WIT AND SLASHED HIS SUIT SO THAT IT MATCHED HIS SLEEVE TILL HE GREW SILENT AT THE VESPER STAR AND QUITE DESPAIRING HAMSTRINGED HIS GUITAR SEVEN
phonemes: vˌiːˈaɪ. ɪn vˈeɪn kəmplˈeɪnɪŋ ˈɛlɪdʒiz hiː ɹˈɪt, ænd tˈɔːt hɪz tˈuːnfəl ˈɪnstɹəmənt tə ɡɹˈiːv, ænd sˈæŋ ɪn kwˈeɪvɚz hˌaʊ hɪz hˈɑːɹt wʌz splˈɪt, kˈɑːnstənt bᵻnˌiːθ hɜː lˈæɾɪs wɪð ˈiːtʃ ˈiːv; ʃiː mˈɑːkd hɪz wˈuːɪŋ wɪð hɜː wˈɪkᵻd wˈɪt, ænd slˈæʃd hɪz sˈuːt sˌoʊ ðˌɐɾɪt mˈætʃt hɪz slˈiːv, tˈɪl hiː ɡɹˈuː sˈaɪlənt æt ðə vˈɛspɚ stˈɑːɹ, ænd, kwˈaɪt dᵻspˈɛɹɪŋ, hˈæmstɹɪŋd hɪz ɡɪtˈɑːɹ. ɹˌoʊmən sˈɛvən.