text_original: She knew that the most grievous enemy of her brother was neither the Emperor Charles nor Henry of England, but the hypochondriac mel  ancholy which hung like a cloud over his senses.
text_transcription: SHE KNEW THAT THE MOST GRIEVOUS ENEMY OF HER BROTHER WAS NEITHER THE EMPEROR CHARLES NOR HENRY OF ENGLAND BUT THE HYPOCHONDRIAC MELANCHOLY WHICH HUNG LIKE A CLOUD OVER HIS SENSES
phonemes: ʃiː nˈuː ðætðə mˈoʊst ɡɹˈiːvəs ˈɛnəmi ʌv hɜː bɹˈʌðɚ wʌz nˈiːðɚ ðɪ ˈɛmpɚɹɚ tʃˈɑːɹlz nˈɔːɹ hˈɛnɹi ʌv ˈɪŋɡlənd, bˌʌt ðə hˌaɪpoʊkˈɑːndɹiˌæk mˈɛl ˈæŋkɑːli wˌɪtʃ hˈʌŋ lˈaɪk ɐ klˈaʊd ˌoʊvɚ hɪz sˈɛnsᵻz.