text_original: And well though I know it, As fain would I write, Child, never a poet Could praise you aright.
text_transcription: AND WHILE THOUGH I KNOW IT AS FAIN WOULD I WRITE CHILD NEVER A POET COULD PRAISE YOU ARIGHT
phonemes: ænd wˈɛl ðˌoʊ aɪ nˈoʊ ɪt, æz fˈeɪn wʊd aɪ ɹˈaɪt, tʃˈaɪld, nˈɛvɚɹ ɐ pˈoʊɪt kʊd pɹˈeɪz juː ɚɹˈaɪt.