text_original: _' SO chaste, so noble looks that lady mine Saluting on her way, that tongues of some Are mute a tremble, and the eyes that clomb High as her eyes, abashed, their gaze decline.
text_transcription: SO CHASTE SO NOBLE LOOKS THAT LADY MINE SALUTING ON HER WAY THAT TONGUES OF SOME ARE MUTE TOREMBLE AND THE EYES THAT CLOOM HIGH AS HER EYES ABASHED THEIR GAZE DECLINE
phonemes: sˌoʊ tʃˈeɪst, sˌoʊ nˈoʊbəl lˈʊks ðæt lˈeɪdi mˈaɪn səlˈuːɾɪŋ ˌɔn hɜː wˈeɪ, ðæt tˈʌŋz ʌv sˌʌm ɑːɹ mjˈuːt ɐ tɹˈɛmbəl, ænd ðɪ ˈaɪz ðæt klˈɑːm hˈaɪ æz hɜːɹ ˈaɪz, ɐbˈæʃt, ðɛɹ ɡˈeɪz dᵻklˈaɪn.