text_original: Stuck o'er with titles, and hung round with strings, That thou mayst be by kings, or whores of kings ; Boast the pure blood of an illustrious race, In quiet flow from Lucrece to Lucrece ; But by your fathers' worth if 3^ours you rate, Count me those only who were good and great. Go ! if your ancient but ignoble blood Has crept through scoundrels ever since the flood, Go
text_transcription: STUCK OVER WITH TITLES AND HUNG ROUND WITH STRINGS THAT THOU MAYST BE BY KINGS OR HORSE OF KINGS BOTH THE PURE BLOOD OF AN ILLUSTRIOUS RACE IN QUIET FLOW FROM LUCREAS TO LUCREAS BUT BY YOUR FATHER'S WORTH IF YOURS YOU RATE COUNT ME THOSE ONLY WHO WERE GOOD AND GREAT GO IF YOUR ANCIENT BUT INNOBLE BLOOD HAS CREPT THROUGH SCOUNDRELS EVER SINCE THE FLOOD GO
phonemes: stˈʌk ˈɔːɹ wɪð tˈaɪɾəlz, ænd hˈʌŋ ɹˈaʊnd wɪð stɹˈɪŋz, ðæt ðˈaʊ mˈeɪst biː baɪ kˈɪŋz, ɔːɹ hˈɔːɹz ʌv kˈɪŋz ; bˈoʊst ðə pjˈʊɹ blˈʌd əvən ɪlˈʌstɹiəs ɹˈeɪs, ɪn kwˈaɪət flˈoʊ fɹʌm lˈuːkɹɛs tə lˈuːkɹɛs ; bˌʌt baɪ jʊɹ fˈɑːðɚz wˈɜːθ ɪf θɹˈiː aʊɚz juː ɹˈeɪt, kˈaʊnt mˌiː ðoʊz ˈoʊnli hˌuː wɜː ɡˈʊd ænd ɡɹˈeɪt. ɡˈoʊ ! ɪf jʊɹ ˈeɪntʃənt bˌʌt ɪɡnˈoʊbəl blˈʌd hɐz kɹˈɛpt θɹuː skˈaʊndɹəlz ˈɛvɚ sˈɪns ðə flˈʌd, ɡˈoʊ