text_original: By this odious crew beset,[8] I began to rage and fret, And resolved to break their pates, Ere we enter'd at the gates; Had not Clio in the nick[9] Whisper'd me, "Lay down your stick."
text_transcription: BY THIS ODIOUS CREW BESET I BEGAN TO RAGE AND FRET AND RESOLVED TO BREAK THEIR PATES ERE WE ENTERED AT THE GATES HAD NOT CLIO IN THE NICK WHISPERED ME LAY DOWN YOUR STICK
phonemes: baɪ ðɪs ˈoʊdiəs kɹˈuː bᵻsˈɛt,[ˈeɪt] aɪ bɪɡˈæn tə ɹˈeɪdʒ ænd fɹˈɛt, ænd ɹᵻzˈɑːlvd tə bɹˈeɪk ðɛɹ pˈæteɪz, ˈɛɹ wiː ˈɛntɚd æt ðə ɡˈeɪts; hæd nˌɑːt klˈiːoʊ ɪnðə nˈɪk[nˈaɪn] wˈɪspɚd mˌiː, "lˈeɪ dˌaʊn jʊɹ stˈɪk."