text_original: Age offers a far comelier diadem Than theirs; but anguish has no eye for grace, When time's malicious mercy cautions them To think a while of number and of space.
text_transcription: AGE OFFERS A FAR COMELIER DIADEM THAN THEIRS BUT ANGUISH HAS NO EYE FOR GRACE WHEN TIME'S MALICIOUS MERCY CAUTIONS THEM TO THINK AWHILE OF NUMBER AND OF SPACE
phonemes: ˈeɪdʒ ˈɔfɚz ɐ fˈɑːɹ kˈʌmlɪɚ dˈaɪədəm ðɐn ðˈɛɹz; bˌʌt ˈæŋɡwɪʃ hɐz nˈoʊ ˈaɪ fɔːɹ ɡɹˈeɪs, wˌɛn tˈaɪmz mɐlˈɪʃəs mˈɜːsi kˈɔːʃənz ðˌɛm tə θˈɪŋk ɐ wˈaɪl ʌv nˈʌmbɚ ænd ʌv spˈeɪs.