text_original: A cart would best become the knave, A dirty parasite and slave! His heart in poison deeply dipt, His tongue with oily accents tipt, A smile still ready at command, The pliant bow, the forehead bland  " * * * * * * * * * * ON THE ARMS OF THE TOW
text_transcription: A CART WOULD BEST BECOME THE KNAVE A DIRTY PARASITE AND SLAVE HIS HEART IN POISON DEEPLY DIPPED HIS TONGUE WITH OILY ACCENTS TIPP'D A SMILE STILL READY AT COMMAND THE PLIANT BOW THE FOREHEAD BLAND AND OF SECTION ONE O SEVEN
phonemes: ɐ kˈɑːɹt wʊd bˈɛst bɪkˌʌm ðə nˈeɪv, ɐ dˈɜːɾi pˈæɹəsˌaɪt ænd slˈeɪv! hɪz hˈɑːɹt ɪn pˈɔɪzən dˈiːpli dˈɪpt, hɪz tˈʌŋ wɪð ˈɔɪli ˈæksənts tˈɪpt, ɐ smˈaɪl stˈɪl ɹˈɛdi æt kəmˈænd, ðə plˈaɪənt bˈoʊ, ðə fˈɔːɹhɛd blˈænd  " ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ɔnðɪ ˈɑːɹmz ʌvðə tˈoʊ