text_original: A damsel  Adam's hell  ay, there I have hit it, Just as you conceived it, just so have I writ it. Since this I've discover'd, I'll make you to know it, That now I'm your Phoebus, and you are my poet. But if you interpret the two lines that follow, I'll again be your poet, and you my Apollo.
text_transcription: A DAMSEL ADAMS HELL I THERE I HAVE HIT IT JUST AS YOU CONCEIVED IT JUST SO I HAVE WRIT IT SINCE THIS I'VE DISCOVERED I'LL MAKE YOU TO KNOW IT THAT NOW I'M YOUR PHOEBUS AND YOU ARE MY POET BUT IF YOU INTERPRET THE TWO LINES THAT FOLLOW I'LL AGAIN BE YOUR POET AND YOU MY APOLLO
phonemes: ɐ dˈæmsəl ˈædəmz hˈɛl ˈaɪ, ðɛɹ aɪ hæv hˈɪt ɪt, dʒˈʌst æz juː kənsˈiːvd ɪt, dʒˈʌst sˌoʊ hæv aɪ ɹˈɪt ɪt. sˈɪns ðɪs aɪv dɪskˈʌvɚd, aɪl mˌeɪk juː tə nˈoʊ ɪt, ðæt nˈaʊ aɪm jʊɹ fˈoʊbəs, ænd juː ɑːɹ maɪ pˈoʊɪt. bˌʌt ɪf juː ɪntˈɜːpɹɪt ðə tˈuː lˈaɪnz ðæt fˈɑːloʊ, aɪl ɐɡˈɛn biː jʊɹ pˈoʊɪt, ænd juː maɪ ɐpˈɑːloʊ.