text_original: How cheerfully the hawkers cry A satire, and the gentry buy! While my hard labour'd poem pines Unsold upon the printer's lines.
text_transcription: HOW CHEERFULLY THE HAWKERS CRY A SATIRE AND THE GENTRY BUY WHILE MY HARD LABOUR'D POEM PINES UNSOLD UPON THE PRINTER'S LINES
phonemes: hˌaʊ tʃˈɪɹfəli ðə hˈɔːkɚz kɹˈaɪ ɐ sˈæɾaɪɚ, ænd ðə dʒˈɛntɹi bˈaɪ! wˌaɪl maɪ hˈɑːɹd lˈeɪbɚd pˈoʊᵻm pˈaɪnz ʌnsˈoʊld əpˌɑːn ðə pɹˈɪntɚz lˈaɪnz.