text_original: _ Nay, hold thy peace! for who can tell? But this at least I know full well, Her lips are parted longingly, _Beata mea Domina!_ So passionate and swift to move, To pluck at any flying love, That I grow faint to stand and see.
text_transcription: NAY HOLD THY PEACE FOR WHO CAN TELL BUT THIS AT LEAST I KNOW FULL WELL HER LIPS ARE PARTED LONGINGLY BEAT A MEA DOMINA SO PASSIONATE AND SWIFT TO MOVE TO PLUCK AT ANY FLYING LOVE THAT I GROW FAINT TO STAND AND SEE
phonemes: nˈeɪ, hˈoʊld ðˌaɪ pˈiːs! fɔːɹ hˌuː kæn tˈɛl? bˌʌt ðɪs æt lˈiːst aɪ nˈoʊ fˈʊl wˈɛl, hɜː lˈɪps ɑːɹ pˈɑːɹɾᵻd lˈɔŋɪŋli, bˈiːɾə mˈiː dˈɑːmɪnə!sˌoʊ pˈæʃənət ænd swˈɪft tə mˈuːv, tə plˈʌk æɾ ˌɛni flˈaɪɪŋ lˈʌv, ðæt aɪ ɡɹˈoʊ fˈeɪnt tə stˈænd ænd sˈiː.