text_original: Or, should a porter make inquiries For Chloe, Sylvia, Phillis, Iris; Be told the lodging, lane, and sign, The bowers that hold those nymphs divine; Fair Chloe would perhaps be found With footmen tippling under ground; The charming Sylvia beating flax, Her shoulders mark'd with bloody tracks;[1] Bright Phillis mending ragged smocks: And radiant Iris in the pox.
text_transcription: OR SHOULD A PORTER MAKE INQUIRIES FOR CHLOE SYLVIA PHYLLIS IRIS BE TOLD THE LODGING LANE AND SIGN THE BOWERS THAT HOLD THOSE NYMPHS DIVINE FAIR CHLOE WOULD PERHAPS BE FOUND WITH FOOTMEN TIPPLING UNDERGROUND THE CHARMING SILVIA BEATING FLAX HER SHOULDERS MARKED WITH BLOODY TRACKS BRIGHT PHYLLIS MENDING RAGGED SMOCKS AND RADIANT IRIS IN THE POX
phonemes: ɔːɹ, ʃˌʊd ɐ pˈɔːɹɾɚ mˌeɪk ˈɪŋkwɚɹiz fɔːɹ klˈoʊi, sˈɪlviə, fˈɪliz, ˈaɪɹɪs; biː tˈoʊld ðə lˈɑːdʒɪŋ, lˈeɪn, ænd sˈaɪn, ðə bˈaʊɚz ðæt hˈoʊld ðoʊz nˈɪmfz dᵻvˈaɪn; fˈɛɹ klˈoʊi wʊd pɚhˈæps biː fˈaʊnd wɪð fˈʊtmɛn tˈɪplɪŋ ˌʌndɚ ɡɹˈaʊnd; ðə tʃˈɑːɹmɪŋ sˈɪlviə bˈiːɾɪŋ flˈæks, hɜː ʃˈoʊldɚz mˈɑːɹkd wɪð blˈʌdi tɹˈæks;[wˈʌn] bɹˈaɪt fˈɪliz mˈɛndɪŋ ɹˈæɡᵻd smˈɑːks: ænd ɹˈeɪdiənt ˈaɪɹɪs ɪnðə pˈɑːks.