text_original: [11] When the rogues their country fleece, They may hope for pence a piece. Clio, who had been so wise To put on a fool's disguise, To bespeak some approbation, And be thought a near relation, When she saw three hundred[12] brutes All involved in wild disputes, Roaring till their lungs were spent, PRIVILEGE OF PARLIAMENT, Now a new misfortune feels, Dreading to be laid by th' heels.
text_transcription: WHEN THE ROGUES THEIR COUNTRY FLEECE THEY MAY HOPE FOR PENCE APIECE CLIO WHO HAD BEEN SO WISE TO PUT ON A FOOL'S DISGUISE TO BESPEAK SOME APPROBATION AND BE THOUGHT A NEAR RELATION WHEN SHE SAW THREE HUNDRED BRUTES ALL INVOLVED IN WILD DISPUTES ROARING TILL THEIR LUNGS WERE SPENT PRIVILEGE OF PARLIAMENT NOW A NEW MISFORTUNE FEELS DREADING TO BE LAID BY FEELS
phonemes: [ɪlˈɛvən] wˌɛn ðə ɹˈoʊɡz ðɛɹ kˈʌntɹi flˈiːs, ðeɪ mˈeɪ hˈoʊp fɔːɹ pˈɛns ɐ pˈiːs. klˈiːoʊ, hˌuː hɐdbɪn sˌoʊ wˈaɪz tə pˌʊt ˌɔn ɐ fˈuːlz dɪsɡˈaɪz, tə bᵻspˈiːk sˌʌm ˌæpɹəbˈeɪʃən, ænd biː θˈɔːt ɐ nˌɪɹ ɹᵻlˈeɪʃən, wˌɛn ʃiː sˈɔː θɹˈiː hˈʌndɹɪd[twˈɛlv] bɹˈuːts ˈɔːl ɪnvˈɑːlvd ɪn wˈaɪld dɪspjˈuːts, ɹˈɔːɹɪŋ tˈɪl ðɛɹ lˈʌŋz wɜː spˈɛnt, pɹˈɪvᵻlɪdʒ ʌv pˈɑːɹləmənt, nˈaʊ ɐ nˈuː mɪsfˈɔːɹtʃʊn fˈiːlz, dɹˈɛdɪŋ təbi lˈeɪd baɪ tˌiːˈeɪtʃ hˈiːlz.