text_original: I'm now at the tavern, where I drink all I can, To write with more spirit; I'll drink no more Helicon; For Helicon is water, and water is weak; 'Tis wine on the gross lee, that makes your Muse speak.
text_transcription: I'M NOW AT THE TAVERN WHERE I DRINK ALL I CAN TO WRITE WITH MORE SPIRIT ELDRICK NO MORE HELLICON FOR HELICON IS WATER AND WATER IS WEAK TIS WINE ON THE GROSLY THAT MAKES YOUR MUSE SPEAK
phonemes: aɪm nˈaʊ æt ðə tˈævɚn, wˌɛɹ aɪ dɹˈɪŋk ˈɔːl aɪ kˈæn, tə ɹˈaɪt wɪð mˈɔːɹ spˈɪɹɪt; aɪl dɹˈɪŋk nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ hˈɛlɪkən; fɔːɹ hˈɛlɪkən ɪz wˈɔːɾɚ, ænd wˈɔːɾɚɹ ɪz wˈiːk; tˈɪz wˈaɪn ɔnðə ɡɹˈoʊs lˈiː, ðæt mˌeɪks jʊɹ mjˈuːz spˈiːk.