text_original: My words are few, but spoke with sense; And yet my speaking gives offence: Or, if to whisper I presume, The company will fly the room. By all the world I am opprest: And my oppression gives them rest. Through me, though sore against my will, Instructors every art instil. By thousands I am sold and bought, Who neither get nor lose a groat; For none, alas!
text_transcription: MY WORDS ARE FEW BUT SPOKE WITH SENSE AND YET MY SPEAKING GIVES OFFENCE OR IF TO WHISPER I PRESUME THE COMPANY WILL FLY THE ROOM BY ALL THE WORLD I AM OPPRESSED AND MY OPPRESSION GIVES THEM REST THROUGH ME THOUGH SORE AGAINST MY WILL INSTRUCTORS EVERY ART INSTILL BY THOUSANDS I AM SOLD AND BOUGHT WHO NEITHER GET NOR LOSE A GROAT FOR NONE ALAS
phonemes: maɪ wˈɜːdz ɑːɹ fjˈuː, bˌʌt spˈoʊk wɪð sˈɛns; ænd jˈɛt maɪ spˈiːkɪŋ ɡˈɪvz əfˈɛns: ɔːɹ, ɪf tə wˈɪspɚɹ aɪ pɹɪzˈuːm, ðə kˈʌmpəni wɪl flˈaɪ ðə ɹˈuːm. baɪ ˈɔːl ðə wˈɜːld aɪɐm əpɹˈɛst: ænd maɪ əpɹˈɛʃən ɡˈɪvz ðˌɛm ɹˈɛst. θɹˈuː mˌiː, ðˌoʊ sˈɔːɹ ɐɡˈɛnst maɪ wˈɪl, ɪnstɹˈʌktɚz ˈɛvɹi ˈɑːɹt ɪnstˈɪl. baɪ θˈaʊzəndz aɪɐm sˈoʊld ænd bˈɔːt, hˌuː nˈiːðɚ ɡɛt nˈɔːɹ lˈuːz ɐ ɡɹˈoʊt; fɔːɹ nˈʌn, ɐlˈæs!