text_original: But, finding me so dull and dry since, They'll call it all poetic license; And when I brag of aid divine, Think Eusden's[1] right as good as mine. Nor do I ask for Stella's sake; 'Tis my own credit lies at stake: And Stella will be sung, while I Can only be a stander by.
text_transcription: BUT FINDING ME SO DULL AND DRY SENSE THEY CALL IT ALL POETIC LICENSE AND WHEN I BRAG OF AID DIVINE THINK EUGEN'S RIGHT AS GOOD AS MINE NOR DO I ASK FOR STELLA'S SAKE TIS MY OWN CREDIT LIES AT STAKE AND STELLA WILL BE SUNG WHILE I CAN ONLY BE A STANDER BY
phonemes: bˌʌt, fˈaɪndɪŋ mˌiː sˌoʊ dˈʌl ænd dɹˈaɪ sˈɪns, ðeɪl kˈɔːl ɪɾ ˈɔːl poʊˈɛɾɪk lˈaɪsəns; ænd wɛn aɪ bɹˈæɡ ʌv ˈeɪd dᵻvˈaɪn, θˈɪŋk jˈuːsdənz[wˈʌn] ɹˈaɪt æz ɡˈʊd æz mˈaɪn. nˈɔːɹ dˈuː aɪ ˈæsk fɔːɹ stˈɛləz sˈeɪk; tˈɪz maɪ ˈoʊn kɹˈɛdɪt lˈaɪz æt stˈeɪk: ænd stˈɛlə wɪl biː sˈʌŋ, wˌaɪl aɪ kæn ˈoʊnli biː ɐ stˈændɚ bˈaɪ.