text_original: No book for delight Must come in my sight; But, instead of new plays, Dull Bacon's Essays, And pore every day on That nasty Pantheon.[4] If I be not a drudge, Let all the world judge.
text_transcription: NO BOOK FOR DELIGHT MUST COME IN MY SIGHT BUT INSTEAD OF NEW PLAYS DULL BACON'S ESSAYS AND POUR EVERY DAY ON THAT NASTY PANTHEON IF I BE NOT A DRUDGE LET ALL THE WORLD JUDGE
phonemes: nˈoʊ bˈʊk fɔːɹ dᵻlˈaɪt mˈʌst kˈʌm ɪn maɪ sˈaɪt; bˌʌt, ɪnstˈɛd ʌv nˈuː plˈeɪz, dˈʌl bˈeɪkənz ˈɛseɪz, ænd pˈɔːɹ ˈɛvɹi dˈeɪ ˌɔn ðæt nˈæsti pˈænθɪən.[fˈɔːɹ] ɪf aɪ biː nˌɑːɾə dɹˈʌdʒ, lˈɛt ˈɔːl ðə wˈɜːld dʒˈʌdʒ.