text_original: The glad presages with our eyes Behold a king, chaste, vigilant, and wise, In foreign fields victorious, Who in his youth the Turks attacks, And [made] them still to turn their backs; Was ever king so glorious?
text_transcription: THE GLAD PRESAGES WITH OUR EYES BEHOLD A KING CHASTE VIGILANT AND WISE IN FOREIGN FIELDS VICTORIOUS WHO IN HIS YOUTH THE TURKS ATTACKS AND MADE THEM STILL TO TURN THEIR BACKS WAS EVER KING SO GLORIOUS
phonemes: ðə ɡlˈæd pɹˈɛsɪdʒᵻz wɪð ˌaʊɚɹ ˈaɪz bᵻhˈoʊld ɐ kˈɪŋ, tʃˈeɪst, vˈɪdʒɪlənt, ænd wˈaɪz, ɪn fˈɔːɹən fˈiːldz vɪktˈɔːɹiəs, hˌuː ɪn hɪz jˈuːθ ðə tˈɜːks ɐtˈæks, ænd [mˈeɪd] ðˌɛm stˈɪl tə tˈɜːn ðɛɹ bˈæks; wʌz ˈɛvɚ kˈɪŋ sˌoʊ ɡlˈɔːɹiəs?