text_original: The good man was soon won by this plausible tale, So fraud on good nature doth often prevail. He welcomes his guest, gives him free toleration In the midst of his garden to take up his station, And into his breast doth his enemy bring, He little suspected the nettle could sting.
text_transcription: THE GOOD MAN WAS SOON WON BY THIS PLAUSIBLE TALE SO FRAUD ON GOOD NATURE DOTH OFTEN PREVAIL HE WELCOMES HIS GUEST GIVES HIM FREE TOLERATION IN THE MIDST OF HIS GARDEN TO TAKE UP HIS STATION AND INTO HIS BREAST DOTH HIS ENEMY BRING HE LITTLE SUSPECTED THE NETTLE COULD STING
phonemes: ðə ɡˈʊd mˈæn wʌz sˈuːn wˈʌn baɪ ðɪs plˈɔːzᵻbəl tˈeɪl, sˌoʊ fɹˈɔːd ˌɔn ɡˈʊd nˈeɪtʃɚ dʌθ ˈɔfən pɹɪvˈeɪl. hiː wˈɛlkʌmz hɪz ɡˈɛst, ɡˈɪvz hˌɪm fɹˈiː tˌɑːlɚɹˈeɪʃən ɪnðə mˈɪdst ʌv hɪz ɡˈɑːɹdən tə tˈeɪk ˌʌp hɪz stˈeɪʃən, ænd ˌɪntʊ hɪz bɹˈɛst dʌθ hɪz ˈɛnəmi bɹˈɪŋ, hiː lˈɪɾəl səspˈɛktᵻd ðə nˈɛɾəl kʊd stˈɪŋ.