text_original: Thus far in jest: though now, I fear, You think my jesting too severe; But poets, when a hint is new, Regard not whether false or true: Yet raillery gives no offence, Where truth has not the least pretence; Nor can be more securely placed Than on a nymph of Stella's taste.
text_transcription: THUS FAR IN JEST THOUGH NOW I FEAR YOU THINK MY JESTING TOO SEVERE BUT POETS WHEN A HINT IS NEW REGARD NOT WHETHER FALSE OR TRUE YET RAILLERY GIVES NO OFFENCE WHERE TRUTH HAS NOT THE LEAST PRETENCE NOR CAN BE MORE SECURELY PLACED THAN ON A NYMPH OF STELLA'S TASTE
phonemes: ðˈʌs fˈɑːɹ ɪn dʒˈɛst: ðˌoʊ nˈaʊ, aɪ fˈɪɹ, juː θˈɪŋk maɪ dʒˈɛstɪŋ tˈuː sᵻvˈɪɹ; bˌʌt pˈoʊɪts, wˌɛn ɐ hˈɪnt ɪz nˈuː, ɹᵻɡˈɑːɹd nˌɑːt wˈɛðɚ fˈɔls ɔːɹ tɹˈuː: jˈɛt ɹˈeɪlɚɹi ɡˈɪvz nˈoʊ əfˈɛns, wˌɛɹ tɹˈuːθ həznɑːt ðə lˈiːst pɹˈiːtɛns; nˈɔːɹ kæn biː mˈɔːɹ sᵻkjˈʊɹli plˈeɪst ðɐn ˌɔn ɐ nˈɪmf ʌv stˈɛləz tˈeɪst.