text_original: Old Phoebus is but half as bright, For yours can shine both day and night. The first, perhaps, may once an age Inspire you with poetic rage; Your Phoebus Royal, every day, Not only can inspire, but pay. Then make this new Apollo sit Sole patron, judge, and god of wit. "How from his altitude he stoops To raise up Virtue when she droops; On Learning how his bounty flows, And with what justice he bestows; Fair Isis, and ye banks of Cam!
text_transcription: OLD PHOEBUS IS BUT HALF AS BRIGHT FOR YOURS CAN SHINE BOTH DAY AND NIGHT THE FIRST PERHAPS MAY ONCE AN AGE INSPIRE YOU WITH POETIC RAGE YOUR PHOEBUS ROYAL EVERY DAY NOT ONLY CAN INSPIRE BUT PAY THEN MAKE THIS NEW APOLLO SIT SOLE PATRON JUDGE AND GOD OF WIT HOW FROM HIS ALTITUDE HE STOOPS TO RAISE UP VIRTUE WHEN SHE DROOPS ON LEARNING HOW HIS BOUNTY FLOWS AND WITH WHAT JUSTICE HE BESTOWS FAIR ICES AND YE BANKS OF CAM
phonemes: ˈoʊld fˈoʊbəs ɪz bˌʌt hˈæf æz bɹˈaɪt, fɔːɹ jˈɔːɹz kæn ʃˈaɪn bˈoʊθ dˈeɪ ænd nˈaɪt. ðə fˈɜːst, pɚhˈæps, mˈeɪ wˈʌns ɐn ˈeɪdʒ ɪnspˈaɪɚ juː wɪð poʊˈɛɾɪk ɹˈeɪdʒ; jʊɹ fˈoʊbəs ɹˈɔɪəl, ˈɛvɹi dˈeɪ, nˌɑːt ˈoʊnli kæn ɪnspˈaɪɚ, bˌʌt pˈeɪ. ðˈɛn mˌeɪk ðɪs nˈuː ɐpˈɑːloʊ sˈɪt sˈoʊl pˈeɪtɹən, dʒˈʌdʒ, ænd ɡˈɑːd ʌv wˈɪt. "hˌaʊ fɹʌm hɪz ˈæltɪtˌuːd hiː stˈuːps tə ɹˈeɪz ˌʌp vˈɜːtʃuː wɛn ʃiː dɹˈuːps; ˌɔn lˈɜːnɪŋ hˌaʊ hɪz bˈaʊnti flˈoʊz, ænd wɪð wʌt dʒˈʌstɪs hiː bᵻstˈoʊz; fˈɛɹ ˈaɪsɪs, ænd jiː bˈæŋks ʌv kˈæm!