text_original: Nor can of metaphysics smatter; Am more diverted with a quibble Than dream of words intelligible; And think all notions too abstracted Are like the ravings of a crackt head; What intercourse of minds can be Betwixt the knight sublime and me, If when I talk, as talk I must, It is but prating to a bust?
text_transcription: NOR CAN OF METAPHYSICS SMATTER AM MORE DIVERTED WITH A QUIBBLE THAN DREAM OF WORDS INTELLIGIBLE AND THINK ALL NOTIONS TOO ABSTRACTED ARE LIKE THE RAVINGS OF A CRACKED HEAD WHAT INTERCOURSE OF MINDS CAN BE BETWIXT THE NIGHTS SUBLIME AND ME IF WHEN I TALK AS TALK I MUST IT IS BUT PRATING TO A BUST
phonemes: nˈɔːɹ kæn ʌv mˌɛɾəfˈɪzɪks smˈæɾɚ; æm mˈɔːɹ daɪvˈɜːɾᵻd wɪð ɐ kwˈɪbəl ðɐn dɹˈiːm ʌv wˈɜːdz ɪntˈɛlɪdʒəbəl; ænd θˈɪŋk ˈɔːl nˈoʊʃənz tˈuː ɐbstɹˈæktᵻd ɑːɹ lˈaɪk ðə ɹˈeɪvɪŋz əvə kɹˈækt hˈɛd; wˌʌt ˌɪntɚkˈɔːɹs ʌv mˈaɪndz kæn biː bᵻtwˈɪkst ðə nˈaɪt sʌblˈaɪm ænd mˌiː, ɪf wɛn aɪ tˈɔːk, æz tˈɔːk aɪ mˈʌst, ɪɾ ɪz bˌʌt pɹˈeɪɾɪŋ tʊ ɐ bˈʌst?