text_original: For when you breathe, the air in order moves, Now in, uow out, in time and measure true; And when you speak, so well she dancing loves, That doubling oft, and oft redoubling new, With thousand forms she doth herself endue : For all the words that from your lips repair, Are naught but tricks and turnings of the air.
text_transcription: FOR WHEN YOU BREATHE THE AIR IN ORDER MOVES NOW IN NOW OUT IN TIME AND MEASURE TRUE AND WHEN YOU SPEAK SO WELL SHE DANCING LOVES THAT DOUBLING OFT AND OFT REDOUBLING YOU WITH THOUSAND FORMS SHE DOTH HERSELF AND YOU FOR ALL THE WORDS THAT FROM YOUR LIPS REPAIR ARE NOUGHT BUT TRICKS AND TURNINGS OF THE AIR
phonemes: fɔːɹ wɛn juː bɹˈiːð, ðɪ ˈɛɹ ɪn ˈɔːɹdɚ mˈuːvz, nˈaʊ ˈɪn, jˈuːoʊ ˈaʊt, ɪn tˈaɪm ænd mˈɛʒɚ tɹˈuː; ænd wɛn juː spˈiːk, sˌoʊ wˈɛl ʃiː dˈænsɪŋ lˈʌvz, ðæt dˈʌblɪŋ ˈɔft, ænd ˈɔft ɹᵻdˈʌblɪŋ nˈuː, wɪð θˈaʊzənd fˈɔːɹmz ʃiː dʌθ hɜːsˈɛlf ɛndˈuː : fɔːɹ ˈɔːl ðə wˈɜːdz ðæt fɹʌm jʊɹ lˈɪps ɹᵻpˈɛɹ, ɑːɹ nˈɔːt bˌʌt tɹˈɪks ænd tˈɜːnɪŋz ʌvðɪ ˈɛɹ.