text_original: And ofttimes weary and tempest tossed, When I am not ruled by pride, I wish ere the die was throne and lost, Ere I played for love without counting the cost, That I, like my heart, had died.
text_transcription: AND OFTTIMES WEARY AND TEMPERS TOSSED WHEN I AM NOT RULED BY PRIDE I WISH ERE THE DIE WAS THROWN AND LOST ERE I PLAYED FOR LOVE WITHOUT COUNTING THE COST THAT I LIKE MY HEART HAD DIED
phonemes: ænd ˈɔfttaɪmz wˈɪɹi ænd tˈɛmpɪst tˈɔst, wˌɛn aɪɐm nˌɑːt ɹˈuːld baɪ pɹˈaɪd, aɪ wˈɪʃ ˈɛɹ ðə dˈaɪ wʌz θɹˈoʊn ænd lˈɔst, ˈɛɹ aɪ plˈeɪd fɔːɹ lˈʌv wɪðˌaʊt kˈaʊntɪŋ ðə kˈɔst, ðæt ˈaɪ, lˈaɪk maɪ hˈɑːɹt, hæd dˈaɪd.