text_original: "—Repress, O lady proud, your traditional ires; You know not by what a frail thread we equally hang; It is said we are images both—twitched by people's desires; And that I, like you, fail as a song men yesterday sang!"
text_transcription: REPRESS O LADY PROUD YOUR TRADITIONAL IRES YOU KNOW NOT BY WHAT A FRAIL THREAD WE EQUALLY HANG IT IS SAID WE ARE IMAGES BOTH TWITCHED BY PEOPLE'S DESIRES AND THAT I LIKE YOU FAIL AS THE SONG MAN YESTERDAY SANG
phonemes: "—ɹᵻpɹˈɛs, ˈoʊ lˈeɪdi pɹˈaʊd, jʊɹ tɹɐdˈɪʃənəl ˈaɪɚz; juː nˈoʊ nˌɑːt baɪ wʌt ɐ fɹˈeɪl θɹˈɛd wiː ˈiːkwəli hˈæŋ; ɪɾ ɪz sˈɛd wiː ɑːɹ ˈɪmɪdʒᵻz bˈoʊθ—twˈɪtʃt baɪ pˈiːpəlz dɪzˈaɪɚz; ænd ðæt ˈaɪ, lˈaɪk juː, fˈeɪl æz ɐ sˈɔŋ mˈɛn jˈɛstɚdˌeɪ sˈæŋ!"