text_original: II. So that, wherever in her charms she shone, A thousand breasts were kindled into flame; Maidens who cursed her looks forgot their own, And beaux were turn'd to flambeaux where she came; All hearts indeed were conquer'd but her own, Which none could ever temper down or tame: In short, to take our haberdasher's hints, She might have written over it,  "from Flints."
text_transcription: TWO SO THAT WHEREVER IN HER CHARMS SHE SHONE A THOUSAND BREASTS WERE KINDLED INTO FLAME MAIDENS WHO CURSED HER LOOKS FORGOT THEIR OWN AND BOWS WERE TURNED TO FLAMBEAUS WHERE SHE CAME ALL HEARTS INDEED WERE CONQUERED BUT HER OWN WHICH NONE COULD EVER TEMPER DOWN OR TAME IN SHORT TO TAKE OUR HABERDASH AS HINTS SHE MIGHT HAVE WRITTEN OVER IT FROM FLINTS
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən tˈuː. sˌoʊ ðˈæt, wɛɹˈɛvɚɹ ɪn hɜː tʃˈɑːɹmz ʃiː ʃˈɑːn, ɐ θˈaʊzənd bɹˈɛsts wɜː kˈɪndəld ˌɪntʊ flˈeɪm; mˈeɪdənz hˌuː kˈɜːst hɜː lˈʊks fɚɡˈɑːt ðɛɹ ˈoʊn, ænd bˈoʊ wɜː tˈɜːnd tə flˈæmboʊ wˌɛɹ ʃiː kˈeɪm; ˈɔːl hˈɑːɹts ˌɪndˈiːd wɜː kˈɑːŋkɚd bˌʌt hɜːɹ ˈoʊn, wˌɪtʃ nˈʌn kʊd ˈɛvɚ tˈɛmpɚ dˌaʊn ɔːɹ tˈeɪm: ɪn ʃˈɔːɹt, tə tˈeɪk ˌaʊɚ hˈæbɚdˌæʃɚz hˈɪnts, ʃiː mˌaɪthɐv ɹˈɪʔn̩ ˈoʊvɚɹ ɪt,  "fɹʌm flˈɪnts."