text_original: You sprang an arch which, in a scurvy Humour, you tumbled topsy turvy. You change a circle to a square, Then to a circle as you were: Who can imagine whence the fund is, That you _quadrata_ change _rotundis_? To Fame a temple you erect, A Flora does the dome protect; Mounts, walks, on high; and in a hollow You place the Muses and Apollo; There shining 'midst his train, to grace Your whimsical poetic place.
text_transcription: YOU SPRANG AN ARCH WHICH IN A SCURVY HUMOR YOU TUMBLED TOPSY TURVY YOU CHANGED A CIRCLE TO A SQUARE THEN TO A CIRCLE AS YOU WERE WHO CAN IMAGINE WHENCE THE FUND IS THAT YOU QUANDRATA CHANGE ROTUNDES TO FAME A TEMPLE YOU ERECT A FLORA DOES THE DOME PROTECT MOUNTS WALKS ON HIGH AND IN A HOLLOW YOU PLACE THE MUSES AND APOLLO THERE SHINING MIDST HIS TRAIN TO GRACE YOUR WHIMSICAL POETIC PLACE
phonemes: juː spɹˈæŋ ɐn ˈɑːɹtʃ wˈɪtʃ, ɪn ɐ skˈɜːvi hjˈuːmɚ, juː tˈʌmbəld tˈɑːpsi tˈɜːvi. juː tʃˈeɪndʒ ɐ sˈɜːkəl tʊ ɐ skwˈɛɹ, ðˈɛn tʊ ɐ sˈɜːkəl æz juː wɜː: hˌuː kæn ɪmˈædʒɪn wˈɛns ðə fˈʌnd ɪz, ðæt juː kwɑːdɹˈɑːɾə tʃˈeɪndʒ ɹətˈʌndiz? tə fˈeɪm ɐ tˈɛmpəl juː ɪɹˈɛkt, ɐ flˈɔːɹə dˈʌz ðə dˈoʊm pɹətˈɛkt; mˈaʊnts, wˈɔːks, ˌɔn hˈaɪ; ænd ɪn ɐ hˈɑːloʊ juː plˈeɪs ðə mjˈuːzᵻz ænd ɐpˈɑːloʊ; ðɛɹ ʃˈaɪnɪŋ mˈɪdst hɪz tɹˈeɪn, tə ɡɹˈeɪs jʊɹ wˈɪmzɪkəl poʊˈɛɾɪk plˈeɪs.