text_original: So, Ajax, who, for aught we know, Was justice many years ago, And minding then no earthly things, But killing libellers of kings; Or if he wanted work to do, To run a bawling news boy through; Yet he, when wrapp'd up in a cloud, Entreated father Jove aloud, Only in light to show his face, Though it might tend to his disgrace.
text_transcription: SO AJAX WHO FOR AUGHT WE KNOW WAS JUSTICE MANY YEARS AGO AND MINDING THEN NO EARTHLY THINGS BUT KILLING LIBELLERS OF KINGS OR IF HE WANTED WORK TO DO TO RUN A BAWLING NEWSBOY THROUGH YET HE WHEN WRAPPED UP IN A CLOUD ENTREATED FATHER JOVE ALOUD ONLY IN LIGHT TO SHOW HIS FACE THOUGH IT MIGHT TEND TO HIS DISGRACE
phonemes: sˈoʊ, ˈeɪdʒæks, hˈuː, fɔːɹ ˈɔːt wiː nˈoʊ, wʌz dʒˈʌstɪs mˈɛni jˈɪɹz ɐɡˈoʊ, ænd mˈaɪndɪŋ ðˈɛn nˈoʊ ˈɜːθli θˈɪŋz, bˌʌt kˈɪlɪŋ lˈaɪbɛlɚz ʌv kˈɪŋz; ɔːɹ ɪf hiː wˈɔntᵻd wˈɜːk tə dˈuː, tə ɹˈʌn ɐ bˈɔːlɪŋ nˈuːz bˈɔɪ θɹˈuː; jˈɛt hiː, wˌɛn ɹˈæpd ˌʌp ɪn ɐ klˈaʊd, ɛntɹˈiːɾᵻd fˈɑːðɚ dʒˈoʊv ɐlˈaʊd, ˈoʊnli ɪn lˈaɪt tə ʃˈoʊ hɪz fˈeɪs, ðˌoʊ ɪt mˌaɪt tˈɛnd tə hɪz dɪsɡɹˈeɪs.