text_original: QUIS DESIDERIO. Why blush to let our tears unmeasured fall For one so dear? Begin the mournful stave, Melpomene, to whom the Sire of all Sweet voice with music gave. And sleeps he then the heavy sleep of death, Quintilius?
text_transcription: QUIS DESIDERIO WHY BLUSH TO LET OUR TEARS UNMEASURED FALL FOR ONE SO DEAR BEGIN THE MOURNFUL STAVE MALPOMANI TO WHOM THE SIRE OF ALL SWEET VOICE WITH MUSIC GAVE AND SLEEPS HE THEN THE HEAVY SLEEP OF DEATH QUINTILIOUS
phonemes: kwiz dɪzɪdˈɪɹiˌoʊ. wˌaɪ blˈʌʃ tə lˈɛt ˌaʊɚ tˈɪɹz ʌnmˈɛʒɚd fˈɔːl fɔːɹ wˈʌn sˌoʊ dˈɪɹ? bɪɡˈɪn ðə mˈɔːɹnfəl stˈeɪv, mˈɛlpoʊmˌiːn, tə hˈuːm ðə sˈaɪɚɹ ʌv ˈɔːl swˈiːt vˈɔɪs wɪð mjˈuːzɪk ɡˈeɪv. ænd slˈiːps hiː ðˈɛn ðə hˈɛvi slˈiːp ʌv dˈɛθ, kwɪntˈɪlɪəs?