text_original: In at each mouth the spirits pass, Distinctly seen as through a glass: O'er head and body make a rout, And drive at last all secrets out; And still, the more I show my art, The more they open every heart.
text_transcription: AND AT EACH MOUTH THE SPIRITS PASS DISTINCTLY SEEN AS THROUGH A GLASS OR HEAD AND BODY MAKE A ROUT AND DRIVE AT LAST ALL SECRETS OUT AND STILL THE MORE I SHOW MY ART THE MORE THEY OPEN EVERY HEART
phonemes: ɪn æɾ ˈiːtʃ mˈaʊθ ðə spˈɪɹɪts pˈæs, dɪstˈɪŋktli sˈiːn æz θɹuː ɐ ɡlˈæs: ˈɔːɹ hˈɛd ænd bˈɑːdi mˌeɪk ɐ ɹˈaʊt, ænd dɹˈaɪv æt lˈæst ˈɔːl sˈiːkɹᵻts ˈaʊt; ænd stˈɪl, ðə mˈɔːɹ aɪ ʃˈoʊ maɪ ˈɑːɹt, ðə mˈɔːɹ ðeɪ ˈoʊpən ˈɛvɹi hˈɑːɹt.