text_original: 'Tis gain to mock your mother's bones, And night's still signs, and all the sky, And gods, that on their glorious thrones Chill Death defy.
text_transcription: DISDAIN TO MOCK YOUR MOTHER'S BONES AND NIGHT STILL SIGNS AND ALL THE SKY AND GODS THAT ON THEIR GLORIOUS THRONES CHILL DEATH DEFY
phonemes: tˈɪz ɡˈeɪn tə mˈɑːk jʊɹ mˈʌðɚz bˈoʊnz, ænd nˈaɪts stˈɪl sˈaɪnz, ænd ˈɔːl ðə skˈaɪ, ænd ɡˈɑːdz, ðæt ˌɔn ðɛɹ ɡlˈɔːɹiəs θɹˈoʊnz tʃˈɪl dˈɛθ dᵻfˈaɪ.