text_original: No more a Christian bell was I! For all became, which seemed so good, Vile thraldom, in my bitter mood That thrust the old conformance by.
text_transcription: NO MORE A CHRISTIAN BELL WAS I FOR ALL BECAME WHICH SEEMED SO GOOD VILE THRALLDOM IN MY BITTER MOOD THAT THRUST THE OLD CONFORMANCE SPY
phonemes: nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ɐ kɹˈɪstʃən bˈɛl wʌz ˈaɪ! fɔːɹ ˈɔːl bɪkˈeɪm, wˌɪtʃ sˈiːmd sˌoʊ ɡˈʊd, vˈaɪl θɹˈældəm, ɪn maɪ bˈɪɾɚ mˈuːd ðæt θɹˈʌst ðɪ ˈoʊld kənfˈɔːɹməns bˈaɪ.