text_original: Ah! heaven, this curse of youth Doth mock me from my mirror with great eyes, And pulsing veins repeat the unwelcome truth, That I must live, though hope within me dies.
text_transcription: AH HEAVEN THIS CURSE OF YOUTH DOTH MOCK ME FROM MY MIRROR WITH GREAT EYES AND PULSING VEINS REPEAT THE UNWELCOME TRUTH THAT I MUST LIVE THOUGH HOPE WITHIN ME DIES
phonemes: ˈɑː! hˈɛvən, ðɪs kˈɜːs ʌv jˈuːθ dʌθ mˈɑːk mˌiː fɹʌm maɪ mˈɪɹɚ wɪð ɡɹˈeɪt ˈaɪz, ænd pˈʌlsɪŋ vˈeɪnz ɹᵻpˈiːt ðɪ ʌnwˈɛlkʌm tɹˈuːθ, ðæt aɪ mˈʌst lˈɪv, ðˌoʊ hˈoʊp wɪðˌɪn mˌiː dˈaɪz.