text_original: X. For hapless lovers always died of old, Sooner than chew reflection's bitter cud; So Thisbe stuck herself, what time 'tis told, The tender hearted mulberries wept blood; And so poor Sappho when her boy was cold, Drown'd her salt tear drops in a salter flood, Their fame still breathing, tho' their breath be past, For those old _suitors_ lived beyond their last.
text_transcription: TEN FOR HAPLESS LOVERS ALWAYS DIED OF OLD SOONER THAN SURE REFLECTIONS BIT HER CUD SO THISBY STUCK HERSELF WHAT TIME TIS TOLD THE TENDER HEARTED MULBERRIES WEPT BLOOD AND SO POOR SET THOUGH WHEN HER BOY WAS COLD DROWNED HER SALT TEAR DROPS IN THE SALT OF FLOOD THEIR FAME STILL BREATHING THOUGH THEIR BREATH BE PASSED FOR THOSE OLD SUITORS LIVED BEYOND THEIR LAST
phonemes: ˈɛks. fɔːɹ hˈæpləs lˈʌvɚz ˈɔːlweɪz dˈaɪd ʌv ˈoʊld, sˈuːnɚ ðɐn tʃˈuː ɹᵻflˈɛkʃənz bˈɪɾɚ kˈʌd; sˌoʊ θˈɪsb stˈʌk hɜːsˈɛlf, wˌʌt tˈaɪm tˈɪz tˈoʊld, ðə tˈɛndɚ hˈɑːɹɾᵻd mˈʌlbɛɹiz wˈɛpt blˈʌd; ænd sˌoʊ pˈʊɹ sˈæfoʊ wɛn hɜː bˈɔɪ wʌz kˈoʊld, dɹˈaʊnd hɜː sˈɔlt tˈɪɹ dɹˈɑːps ɪn ɐ sˈɔltɚ flˈʌd, ðɛɹ fˈeɪm stˈɪl bɹˈiːðɪŋ, ðˈoʊ ðɛɹ bɹˈɛθ biː pˈæst, fɔːɹ ðoʊz ˈoʊld sˈuːɾɚz lˈɪvd bᵻjˌɔnd ðɛɹ lˈæst.