text_original: O, Oft with me in troublous time Involved, when Brutus warr'd in Greece, Who gives you back to your own clime And your own gods, a man of peace, Pompey, the earliest friend I knew, With whom I oft cut short the hours With wine, my hair bright bathed in dew Of Syrian oils, and wreathed with flowers?
text_transcription: OH OFT WITH ME IN TROUBLOUS TIME INVOLVED WHEN BRUTUS WARD IN GREECE WHO GIVES YOU BACK TO YOUR OWN CRIME AND YOUR OWN GODS A MAN OF PEACE POMPEY THE EARLIEST FRIEND I KNEW WITH WHOM I OFT CUT SHORT THE HOURS WITH WINE MY HAIR BRIGHT BATHED IN DEW OF SYRIAN OILS AND WREATH WITH FLOWERS
phonemes: ˈoʊ, ˈɔft wɪð mˌiː ɪn tɹˈʌbləs tˈaɪm ɪnvˈɑːlvd, wˌɛn bɹˈuːɾəs wˈɑːɹd ɪn ɡɹˈiːs, hˌuː ɡˈɪvz juː bˈæk tə jʊɹ ˈoʊn klˈaɪm ænd jʊɹ ˈoʊn ɡˈɑːdz, ɐ mˈæn ʌv pˈiːs, pˈɑːmpi, ðɪ ˈɜːlɪɪst fɹˈɛnd aɪ nˈuː, wɪð hˈuːm aɪ ˈɔft kˈʌt ʃˈɔːɹt ðɪ ˈaʊɚz wɪð wˈaɪn, maɪ hˈɛɹ bɹˈaɪt bˈeɪðd ɪn dˈuː ʌv sˈɪɹiən ˈɔɪlz, ænd ɹˈiːðd wɪð flˈaʊɚz?