text_original: Dear vessel, still be to thy steerage just, Nor change thy course with every sudden gust; Like supple patriots of the modern sort, Who turn with every gale that blows from court.
text_transcription: DEAR VESSEL STILL BE TO THY STEERAGE JUST NOR CHANGE THY COURSE WITH EVERY SUDDEN GUST LIKE SUPPLE PATRIOTS OF THE MODERN SORT WHO TURN WITH EVERY GALE THAT BLOWS FROM COURT
phonemes: dˈɪɹ vˈɛsəl, stˈɪl biː tə ðˌaɪ stˈɪɹɪdʒ dʒˈʌst, nˈɔːɹ tʃˈeɪndʒ ðˌaɪ kˈɔːɹs wɪð ˈɛvɹi sˈʌdən ɡˈʌst; lˈaɪk sˈʌpəl pˈeɪtɹɪəts ʌvðə mˈɑːdɚn sˈɔːɹt, hˌuː tˈɜːn wɪð ˈɛvɹi ɡˈeɪl ðæt blˈoʊz fɹʌm kˈɔːɹt.