text_original: Our Shakespeare now, as a man dumb stricken, Stands silent there on the shelf: And my thoughts, that had song in the heart of them, sicken, And relish not Shakespeare's self.
text_transcription: OUR SHAKESPEARE NOW AS A MAN DUMB STRICKEN STANDS SILENT THERE ON THE SHELF AND MY THOUGHTS THAT HAD SONG IN THE HEART OF THEM SICKEN AND RELISH NOT SHAKESPEARE'S SELF
phonemes: ˌaʊɚ ʃˈeɪkspɪɹ nˈaʊ, æz ɐ mˈæn dˈʌm stɹˈɪkən, stˈændz sˈaɪlənt ðɛɹ ɔnðə ʃˈɛlf: ænd maɪ θˈɔːts, ðæt hæd sˈɔŋ ɪnðə hˈɑːɹt ʌv ðˌɛm, sˈɪkən, ænd ɹˈɛlɪʃ nˌɑːt ʃˈeɪkspɪɹz sˈɛlf.