text_original: Till critics blame, and judges praise, The poet cannot claim his bays. On me when dunces are satiric, I take it for a panegyric. Hated by fools, and fools to hate, Be that my motto, and my fate.
text_transcription: TILL CRITICS BLAME AND JUDGE'S PRAISE THE POET CANNOT CLAIM HIS BAYS ON ME WHEN DUNCES ARE SATIRIC I TAKE IT FOR A PANEGYRIC HATED BY FOOLS AND FOOLS TO HATE BE THAT MY MOTTO AND MY FATE
phonemes: tˈɪl kɹˈɪɾɪks blˈeɪm, ænd dʒˈʌdʒᵻz pɹˈeɪz, ðə pˈoʊɪt kænˈɑːt klˈeɪm hɪz bˈeɪz. ˌɔn mˌiː wɛn dˈʌnsᵻz ɑːɹ sɐtˈɪɹɪk, aɪ tˈeɪk ɪt fɚɹə peɪndʒˈɪɹɪk. hˈeɪɾᵻd baɪ fˈuːlz, ænd fˈuːlz tə hˈeɪt, biː ðæt maɪ mˈɑːɾoʊ, ænd maɪ fˈeɪt.