text_original: But now for your verses; we tell you, _imprimis_, The segment so large 'twixt your reason and rhyme is, That we walk all about, like a horse in a pound, And, before we find either, our noddles turn round. Sufficient it were, one would think, in your mad rant, To give us your measures of line by a quadrant.
text_transcription: BUT NOW FOR YOUR VERSES WE TELL YOU IN PRIMIS THE SEGMENT SO LARGE TWIXT YOUR REASON AND RHYMIS THAT WE WALK ALL ABOUT LIKE A HORSE IN A POUND AND BEFORE WE FIND EITHER OUR NODDLES TURN ROUND SUFFICIENT IT WERE ONE WOULD THINK IN YOUR MAD RENT TO GIVE US YOUR MEASURES OF LINE BY A QUADRANT
phonemes: bˌʌt nˈaʊ fɔːɹ jʊɹ vˈɜːsᵻz; wiː tˈɛl juː, ɪmpɹˈɪmɪs, ðə sˈɛɡmənt sˌoʊ lˈɑːɹdʒ twˈɪkst jʊɹ ɹˈiːzən ænd ɹˈaɪm ɪz, ðæt wiː wˈɔːk ˈɔːl ɐbˈaʊt, lˈaɪk ɐ hˈɔːɹs ɪn ɐ pˈaʊnd, ænd, bᵻfˌɔːɹ wiː fˈaɪnd ˈiːðɚ, ˌaʊɚ nˈɑːdəlz tˈɜːn ɹˈaʊnd. səfˈɪʃənt ɪt wɜː, wˈʌn wʊd θˈɪŋk, ɪn jʊɹ mˈæd ɹˈænt, tə ɡˈɪv ˌʌs jʊɹ mˈɛʒɚz ʌv lˈaɪn baɪ ɐ kwˈɑːdɹənt.