text_original: So Time with fair Bianca dealt, and made Her shape a bow, that once was like an arrow; His iron hand upon her spine he laid, And twisted all awry her "winsome marrow."
text_transcription: SO TIME WITH FAIR BIANCADELD AND MADE HER SHAPE A BOW THAT ONCE WAS LIKE AN ARROW HIS IRON HAND UPON HER SPINE HE LAID AND TWISTED ALL AWRY HER WINSOME MARROW
phonemes: sˌoʊ tˈaɪm wɪð fˈɛɹ bɪˈɑːŋkə dˈɛlt, ænd mˌeɪd hɜː ʃˈeɪp ɐ bˈoʊ, ðæt wˈʌns wʌz lˈaɪk ɐn ˈæɹoʊ; hɪz ˈaɪɚn hˈænd əpˌɑːn hɜː spˈaɪn hiː lˈeɪd, ænd twˈɪstᵻd ˈɔːl ɚɹˈaɪ hɜː "wˈɪnsʌm mˈæɹoʊ."