text_original: Hut no,— what here we eall our life is such, So little to be loved, aud thou so much. That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again.
text_transcription: BUT NO WHAT HERE WE CALL OUR LIFE IS SUCH SO LITTLE TO BE LOVED AND THOU SO MUCH THAT I SHOULD ILL REQUITE THEE TO CONSTRAIN THY UNBOUND SPIRIT INTO BONDS AGAIN
phonemes: hˈʌt nˈoʊ,— wˌʌt hˈɪɹ wiː ˈiːl ˌaʊɚ lˈaɪf ɪz sˈʌtʃ, sˌoʊ lˈɪɾəl təbi lˈʌvd, ˈɔːd ðˈaʊ sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ. ðæt aɪ ʃˌʊd ˈɪl ɹᵻkwˈaɪt ðiː tə kənstɹˈeɪn ðˌaɪ ʌnbˈaʊnd spˈɪɹɪt ˌɪntʊ bˈɑːndz ɐɡˈɛn.