text_original: BILLET FROM SIBELLA TO CLEMENT _Inclosed in the preceding Letter_ When I would speak, I weep. New feelings, new ideas agitate my mind. A tremor that I cannot banish gives confusion to my thoughts, and all I now wish to express should be regular, forcible.
text_transcription: BILLET FROM CYBELA TO CLEMENT ENCLOSED IN THE PRECEDING LETTER WHEN I WOULD I WEEP NEW FEELINGS NEW IDEAS AGITATE MY MIND A TREMOR THAT I CANNOT BANISH GIVES CONFUSION TO MY THOUGHTS AND ALL I NOW WISH TO EXPRESS SHOULD BE REGULAR FORCIBLE
phonemes: bˈɪlɪt fɹʌm saɪbˈɛlə tuː klˈɛmənt ɪŋklˈoʊzd ɪnðə pɹɪsˈiːdɪŋ lˈɛɾɚ wɛn aɪ wʊd spˈiːk, aɪ wˈiːp. nˈuː fˈiːlɪŋz, nˈuː aɪdˈiəz ˈædʒᵻtˌeɪt maɪ mˈaɪnd. ɐ tɹˈɛmɚ ðæt aɪ kænˈɑːt bˈænɪʃ ɡˈɪvz kənfjˈuːʒən tə maɪ θˈɔːts, ænd ˈɔːl aɪ nˈaʊ wˈɪʃ tʊ ɛkspɹˈɛs ʃˌʊd biː ɹˈɛɡjʊlɚ, fˈɔːɹsᵻbəl.