text_original: The Ox hath husht his voyce and bent Trewe eyes of Pitty ore the Mow, And on his lovelie Neck, forspent, The Blessed lavs her Browe.
text_transcription: THE OX HATH HUSHED HIS VOICE AND BENT TRUE EYES OF PITY O'ER THE MOW AND ON HIS LOVELY NECK FORE SPENT THE BLESSED LAYS HER BROW
phonemes: ðɪ ˈɑːks hæθ hˈʌʃt hɪz vˈɔɪs ænd bˈɛnt tɹˈuː ˈaɪz ʌv pˈɪɾi ˈɔːɹ ðə mˈoʊ, ænd ˌɔn hɪz lˈʌvli nˈɛk, fɔːɹspˈɛnt, ðə blˈɛst lˈævz hɜː bɹˈaʊ.