text_original: Come then, sweet, My last of flames (For never shall another fair Enslave me), learn a tune, to sing With that dear voice: to music care Shall yield its sting.
text_transcription: COME THEN SWEET MY LAST OF FLAMES FOR NEVER SHALL ANOTHER FAIR ENSLAVE ME LEARNED TUNE TO SING WITH THAT DEAR VOICE TO MUSIC CARE SHALL YIELD ITS STING
phonemes: kˈʌm ðˈɛn, swˈiːt, maɪ lˈæst ʌv flˈeɪmz (fɔːɹ nˈɛvɚ ʃˌæl ɐnˈʌðɚ fˈɛɹ ɛnslˈeɪv mˌiː), lˈɜːn ɐ tˈuːn, tə sˈɪŋ wɪð ðæt dˈɪɹ vˈɔɪs: tə mjˈuːzɪk kˈɛɹ ʃˌæl jˈiːld ɪts stˈɪŋ.