text_original: Linger not long. Though crowds should woo thy staying, Bethink thee, can the mirth of thy friends, though dear, Compensate for the grief thy long delaying Costs the fond heart that sighs to have thee here?
text_transcription: LINGER NOT LONG THOUGH CROWDS SHOULD WOO THY STAYING BETHINK THEE CAN THE MIRTH OF THY FRIENDS THOUGH DEAR COMPENSATE FOR THE GRIEF THY LONG DELAYING COSTS THE FOND HEART THAT SIGHS TO HAVE THEE HERE
phonemes: lˈɪŋɡɚ nˌɑːt lˈɔŋ. ðˌoʊ kɹˈaʊdz ʃˌʊd wˈuː ðˌaɪ stˈeɪɪŋ, bˈɛθɪŋk ðˈiː, kæn ðə mˈɜːθ ʌv ðˌaɪ fɹˈɛndz, ðˌoʊ dˈɪɹ, kˈɑːmpənsˌeɪt fɚðə ɡɹˈiːf ðˌaɪ lˈɔŋ dᵻlˈeɪɪŋ kˈɔsts ðə fˈɑːnd hˈɑːɹt ðæt sˈaɪz tə hæv ðiː hˈɪɹ?