text_original: Reject with scorn that stupid notion, To praise your hero for devotion; Nor entertain a thought so odd, That princes should believe in God; But follow the securest rule, And turn it all to ridicule: 'Tis grown the choicest wit at court, And gives the maids of honour sport; For, since they talk'd with Dr. Clarke,[5] They now can venture in the dark: That sound divine the truth has spoke all, And pawn'd his word, Hell is not local.
text_transcription: REJECT WITH SCORN THAT STUPID NOTION TO PRAISE YOUR HERO FOR DEVOTION NOR ENTERTAIN A THOUGHT SO ODD THAT PRINCES SHOULD BELIEVE IN GOD BUT FOLLOW THE SECUREST RULE AND TURN IT ALL TO RIDICULE TIS GROWN THE CHOICEST WIT AT COURT AND GIVES THE MAIDS OF HONOUR SPORT FOR SINCE THEY TALKED WITH DOCTOR CLARK THEY NOW CAN VENTURE IN THE DARK THAT SOUND DIVINE THE TRUTH HAS SPOKEN AND POND HIS WORD HELL IS NOT LOCAL
phonemes: ɹᵻdʒˈɛkt wɪð skˈɔːɹn ðæt stˈuːpɪd nˈoʊʃən, tə pɹˈeɪz jʊɹ hˈiəɹoʊ fɔːɹ dɪvˈoʊʃən; nˈɔːɹ ˌɛntɚtˈeɪn ɐ θˈɔːt sˌoʊ ˈɑːd, ðæt pɹˈɪnsᵻz ʃˌʊd bᵻlˈiːv ɪn ɡˈɑːd; bˌʌt fˈɑːloʊ ðə sᵻkjˈʊɹɹɪst ɹˈuːl, ænd tˈɜːn ɪɾ ˈɔːl tə ɹˈɪdɪkjˌuːl: tˈɪz ɡɹˈoʊn ðə tʃˈɔɪsɪst wˈɪt æt kˈɔːɹt, ænd ɡˈɪvz ðə mˈeɪdz ʌv ˈɑːnɚ spˈɔːɹt; fɔːɹ, sˈɪns ðeɪ tˈɔːkd wɪð dˈɑːktɚ. klˈɑːɹk,[fˈaɪv] ðeɪ nˈaʊ kæn vˈɛntʃɚɹ ɪnðə dˈɑːɹk: ðæt sˈaʊnd dᵻvˈaɪn ðə tɹˈuːθ hɐz spˈoʊk ˈɔːl, ænd pˈɔːnd hɪz wˈɜːd, hˈɛl ɪz nˌɑːt lˈoʊkəl.