text_original: No  't is false, I surely trow; Though awhile they vanish now; Every passion, deed, and thought Was not born to come to nought! Will the past then come again, Rest and pleasure, strife and pain, All the heaven and all the hell? Ah, we know not: God can tell.
text_transcription: NO TIS FAULTS I SURELY TROW THOUGH A WHILE THEY VANISH NOW EVERY PASSION DEED AND THOUGHT WAS NOT BORN TO COME TO NOUGHT WILL THE PAST THEN COME AGAIN REST AND PLEASURE STRIFE AND PAIN ALL THE HEAVEN AND ALL THE HELL AH WE KNOW NOT GOD CAN TELL
phonemes: nˈoʊ tˈiː ɪz fˈɔls, aɪ ʃˈʊɹli tɹˈoʊ; ðˌoʊ ɐwˈaɪl ðeɪ vˈænɪʃ nˈaʊ; ˈɛvɹi pˈæʃən, dˈiːd, ænd θˈɔːt wʌz nˌɑːt bˈɔːɹn tə kˈʌm tə nˈɔːt! wɪl ðə pˈæst ðˈɛn kˈʌm ɐɡˈɛn, ɹˈɛst ænd plˈɛʒɚ, stɹˈaɪf ænd pˈeɪn, ˈɔːl ðə hˈɛvən ænd ˈɔːl ðə hˈɛl? ˈɑː, wiː nˈoʊ nˈɑːt: ɡˈɑːd kæn tˈɛl.