text_original: Earth is so fair to look upon, And life so sweet, though there sorrows be, Why welcome the summons to be gone? _Timor mortis conturbat me.
text_transcription: EARTH IS SO FAIR TO LOOK UPON AND LIFE SO SWEET THOUGH THEIR SORROWS BE WHY WELCOME THE SUMMONS TO BE GONE TIMO MORTIS CONTOUR BUT ME
phonemes: ˈɜːθ ɪz sˌoʊ fˈɛɹ tə lˈʊk əpˌɑːn, ænd lˈaɪf sˌoʊ swˈiːt, ðˌoʊ ðɛɹ sˈɑːɹoʊz bˈiː, wˌaɪ wˈɛlkʌm ðə sˈʌmənz təbi ɡˈɔn? tˈiːmɔːɹ mˈɔːɹɾiz kəntˈɜːbæt mˌiː.