text_original: This Life, which seems so fair, Is like a bubble blown up in the air By sporting children's breath, Who chase it everywhere And strive who can most motion it bequeath.
text_transcription: THIS LIFE WHICH SEEMS SO FAIR IS LIKE A BUBBLE BLOWN UP IN THE AIR BY SPORTING CHILDREN'S BREATH WHO CHASE IT EVERYWHERE AND STRIVE WHO CAN MOST MOTION IT BEQUEATH
phonemes: ðɪs lˈaɪf, wˌɪtʃ sˈiːmz sˌoʊ fˈɛɹ, ɪz lˈaɪk ɐ bˈʌbəl blˈoʊn ˌʌp ɪnðɪ ˈɛɹ baɪ spˈɔːɹɾɪŋ tʃˈɪldɹənz bɹˈɛθ, hˌuː tʃˈeɪs ɪɾ ˈɛvɹɪwˌɛɹ ænd stɹˈaɪv hˌuː kæn mˈoʊst mˈoʊʃən ɪt bᵻkwˈiːθ.