text_original: For, certes, none but you I loved at all — None other would I lord and husband call. Ah me ! my love, what bitterness to say That thou without a word art gone away
text_transcription: FOR CERTAINS NONE BUT YOU I LOVED AT ALL NONE OTHER WOULD I LORD AND HUSBAND CALL AH ME MY LOVE WHAT BITTERNESS TO SAY THAT THOU WITHOUT A WORD ART GONE AWAY
phonemes: fɔːɹ, sˈɜːts, nˈʌn bˌʌt juː aɪ lˈʌvd æɾ ˈɔːl — nˈʌn ˈʌðɚ wʊd aɪ lˈɔːɹd ænd hˈʌsbənd kˈɔːl. ˈɑː mˌiː ! maɪ lˈʌv, wˌʌt bˈɪtɚnəs tə sˈeɪ ðæt ðˈaʊ wɪðˌaʊt ɐ wˈɜːd ˈɑːɹt ɡɔn ɐwˈeɪ