text_original: Are souls straight so happy that, dizzy with heaven, They drop earth's affections, conceive not of woe? I think not. Themselves were too lately forgiven Through that love and sorrow which reconciled so The above and below.
text_transcription: OUR SOULS STRAIGHT SO HAPPY THAT DIZZY WITH HEAVEN THEY DROP EARTH'S AFFECTIONS CONCEIVE NOT OF WOE I THINK NOT THEMSELVES WERE TOO LATELY FORGIVEN THROUGH THAT LOVE AND SORROW WHICH RECONCILED SO THE ABOVE AND BELOW
phonemes: ɑːɹ sˈoʊlz stɹˈeɪt sˌoʊ hˈæpi ðˈæt, dˈɪzi wɪð hˈɛvən, ðeɪ dɹˈɑːp ˈɜːθz ɐfˈɛkʃənz, kənsˈiːv nˌɑːt ʌv wˈoʊ? aɪ θˈɪŋk nˈɑːt. ðɛmsˈɛlvz wɜː tˈuː lˈeɪtli fɚɡˈɪvən θɹuː ðæt lˈʌv ænd sˈɑːɹoʊ wˌɪtʃ ɹˈɛkənsˌaɪld sˌoʊ ðɪ əbˌʌv ænd bᵻlˈoʊ.