text_original: "For know, when sick'ning grief doth prey, And tender love's repaid with scorn, The sweetest beauty will decay,   What floweret can endure the storm?
text_transcription: FOR NOW WHEN SICKENING GRIEF DOTH PRAY AND TENDER LOVES REPAID WITH SCORN THE SWEETEST BEAUTY WILL DECAY WHAT FLOWER IT CAN ENDURE THE STORM
phonemes: "fɔːɹ nˈoʊ, wˌɛn sˈɪknɪŋ ɡɹˈiːf dʌθ pɹˈeɪ, ænd tˈɛndɚ lˈʌvz ɹᵻpˈeɪd wɪð skˈɔːɹn, ðə swˈiːɾɪst bjˈuːɾi wɪl dᵻkˈeɪ,   wˌʌt flˈaʊɚɹət kæn ɛndˈʊɹ ðə stˈɔːɹm?