text_original: She ask'd about her friends below; This meagre fop, that batter'd beau; Whether some late departed toasts Had got gallants among the ghosts? If Chloe were a sharper still As great as ever at quadrille? (The ladies there must needs be rooks, For cards, we know, are Pluto's books.)
text_transcription: SHE ASKED ABOUT HER FRIENDS BELOW THIS MEAGRE FOP THAT BATTERED BEAU WHITHER SOME LATE DEPARTED TOASTS HAD GOT GLANCE AMONG THE GHOSTS IF CHLOE WERE A SHARPER STILL AS GREAT AS EVER AT QUADRILLE THE LADIES THERE MUST NEEDS BE ROOKS FOR CARDS WE KNOW ARE PLUTO'S BOOKS
phonemes: ʃiː ˈæskd ɐbˌaʊt hɜː fɹˈɛndz bᵻlˈoʊ; ðɪs mˈiːɡɚ fˈɑːp, ðæt bˈæɾɚd bˈoʊ; wˈɛðɚ sˌʌm lˈeɪt dᵻpˈɑːɹɾᵻd tˈoʊsts hæd ɡɑːt ɡˈælənts ɐmˌʌŋ ðə ɡˈoʊsts? ɪf klˈoʊi wɜːɹ ɐ ʃˈɑːɹpɚ stˈɪl æz ɡɹˈeɪt æz ˈɛvɚɹ æt kwˈɑːdɹɪl? (ðə lˈeɪdiz ðɛɹ mˈʌst nˈiːdz biː ɹˈʊks, fɔːɹ kˈɑːɹdz, wiː nˈoʊ, ɑːɹ plˈuːɾoʊz bˈʊks.)