text_original: Piety, twin sister dear Of Justice! naked Truth! unsullied Faith! When will ye find his peer? By many a good man wept. Quintilius dies; By none than you, my Virgil, trulier wept: Devout in vain, you chide the faithless skies, Asking your loan ill kept.
text_transcription: PIETY TWINSIST A DEA OF JUSTICE NAKED TRUTH UNSULLIED FAITH WHEN WILL YOU FIND HIS PEER BY MANY A GOOD MAN WEPT QUINTILIOUS DIES BY NONE THAN YOU MY VIRGIL TRULY A WEPT DEVOUT IN VAIN YOU CHIDE THE FAITHLESS GUISE ASKING ALONE ILL KEPT
phonemes: pˈaɪəɾi, twˈɪn sˈɪstɚ dˈɪɹ ʌv dʒˈʌstɪs! nˈeɪkᵻd tɹˈuːθ! ʌnsˈʌlid fˈeɪθ! wˌɛn wɪl jiː fˈaɪnd hɪz pˈɪɹ? baɪ mˈɛni ɐ ɡˈʊd mˈæn wˈɛpt. kwɪntˈɪlɪəs dˈaɪz; baɪ nˈʌn ðɐn juː, maɪ vˈɜːdʒɪl, tɹˈuːliɚ wˈɛpt: dɪvˈaʊt ɪn vˈeɪn, juː tʃˈaɪd ðə fˈeɪθləs skˈaɪz, ˈæskɪŋ jʊɹ lˈoʊn ˈɪl kˈɛpt.