text_original: XI. So Julio went to drown,  when life was dull, But took his corks, and merely had a bath; And once he pull'd a trigger at his skull, But merely broke a window in his wrath; And once, his hopeless being to annul, He tied a pack thread to a beam of lath, A line so ample, 'twas a query whether 'Twas meant to be a halter or a tether.
text_transcription: ELEVEN SO JULIA WENT TO DROWN WHEN LIFE WAS DULL BUT TOOK HIS CORKS AND MERELY HAD A BATH AND ONCE HE PULLED A TRIGGER AT HIS SKULL BUT MERELY BROKE A WINDOW IN HIS WRATH AND ONCE HIS HOPELESS BEING TO A KNULL HE TIED A PECK THREAD TO A BEAM OF LATH A LINE SO AMPLE TWAS A QUERY WHETHER TWAS MEANT TO BE A HALTER OR A TETHER
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən ɪlˈɛvən. sˌoʊ dʒˈuːlɪˌoʊ wɛnt tə dɹˈaʊn,  wˌɛn lˈaɪf wʌz dˈʌl, bˌʌt tˈʊk hɪz kˈɔːɹks, ænd mˈɪɹli hæd ɐ bˈæθ; ænd wˈʌns hiː pˈʊld ɐ tɹˈɪɡɚɹ æt hɪz skˈʌl, bˌʌt mˈɪɹli bɹˈoʊk ɐ wˈɪndoʊ ɪn hɪz ɹˈæθ; ænd wˈʌns, hɪz hˈoʊpləs bˌiːɪŋ tʊ ɐnˈʌl, hiː tˈaɪd ɐ pˈæk θɹˈɛd tʊ ɐ bˈiːm ʌv lˈæθ, ɐ lˈaɪn sˌoʊ ˈæmpəl, twˈɑːz ɐ kwˈiəɹi wˈɛðɚ twˈɑːz mˈɛnt təbi ɐ hˈɔltɚ ɔːɹ ɐ tˈɛðɚ.