text_original: SEPTIMI, GADES. Septimius, who with me would brave Far Gades, and Cantabrian land Untamed by Home, and Moorish wave That whirls the sand; Fair Tibur, town of Argive kings, There would I end my days serene, At rest from seas and travellings, And service seen.
text_transcription: SEPTIMI GODDESS SEPTIMIUS WHO WITH ME WOULD BRAVE FAR GODDESS AND CANTABRIAN LAND UNTAMED BY HOME AND MOORISH WAVE THAT WORLDS THE SAND FAIR TIBER TOWN OF ARGIVE KINGS THERE WOULD I END MY DAYS SERENE AT REST FROM SEAS AND TRAVELLINGS AND SERVICE SEEN
phonemes: sˈɛptɪmi, ɡˈeɪdz. sɛptˈɪmɪəs, hˌuː wɪð mˌiː wʊd bɹˈeɪv fˈɑːɹ ɡˈeɪdz, ænd kæntˈæbɹiən lˈænd ʌntˈeɪmd baɪ hˈoʊm, ænd mˈʊɹɹɪʃ wˈeɪv ðæt wˈɜːlz ðə sˈænd; fˈɛɹ tˈɪbɜː, tˈaʊn ʌv ˈɑːɹɡɪv kˈɪŋz, ðɛɹ wʊd aɪ ˈɛnd maɪ dˈeɪz sɚɹˈiːn, æt ɹˈɛst fɹʌm sˈiːz ænd tɹˈævəlɪŋz, ænd sˈɜːvɪs sˈiːn.