text_original: Love much. Earth has enough of bitter in it. Cast sweets into its cup whene'er you can. No heart so hard, but love at last may win it. Love is the grand primeval cause of man. All hate is foreign to the first great plan.
text_transcription: LOVE MUCH EARTH HAS ENOUGH OF BITTER IN IT CAST SWEETS INTO ITS CUP WHENEVER YOU CAN NO HEART SO HARD BUT LOVE AT LAST MAY WIN IT LOVE IS THE GRAND PRIMEVAL CAUSE OF MAN ALL HATE IS FOREIGN TO THE FIRST GREAT PLAN
phonemes: lˈʌv mˈʌtʃ. ˈɜːθ hɐz ɪnˈʌf ʌv bˈɪɾɚɹ ɪn ɪt. kˈæst swˈiːts ˌɪntʊ ɪts kˈʌp wˈɛnɛɹ juː kˈæn. nˈoʊ hˈɑːɹt sˌoʊ hˈɑːɹd, bˌʌt lˈʌv æt lˈæst mˈeɪ wˈɪn ɪt. lˈʌv ɪz ðə ɡɹˈænd pɹaɪmˈiːvəl kˈɔːz ʌv mˈæn. ˈɔːl hˈeɪt ɪz fˈɔːɹən tə ðə fˈɜːst ɡɹˈeɪt plˈæn.