text_original: Apollo, having thought a little, Return'd this answer to a tittle. Though you should live like old Methusalem, I furnish hints and you shall use all 'em, You yearly sing as she grows old, You'd leave her virtues half untold.
text_transcription: APOLLO HAVING THOUGHT A LITTLE RETURNED THIS ANSWER TO A TITTLE THOUGH YOU SHOULD LIVE LIKE OLD METHUSEM I FURNISH HINTS AND YOU SHALL USE ALL EM YOU YEARLY SING AS SHE GROWS OLD YOU'D LEAVE HER VIRTUES HALF UNTOLD
phonemes: ɐpˈɑːloʊ, hˌævɪŋ θˈɔːt ɐ lˈɪɾəl, ɹᵻtˈɜːnd ðɪs ˈænsɚ tʊ ɐ tˈɪɾəl. ðˌoʊ juː ʃˌʊd lˈɪv lˈaɪk ˈoʊld mˈɛθjuːzˌeɪləm, aɪ fˈɜːnɪʃ hˈɪnts ænd juː ʃˌæl jˈuːz ˈɔːl ˈɛm, juː jˈɪɹli sˈɪŋ æz ʃiː ɡɹˈoʊz ˈoʊld, juːd lˈiːv hɜː vˈɜːtʃuːz hˈæf ʌntˈoʊld.