text_original: Shall man presume to be my master, Who's but my caterer and taster? Yet, though I always have my will, I'm but a mere depender still: An humble hanger on at best; Of whom all people make a jest.
text_transcription: SHALL MAN PRESUME TO BE MY MASTER WHO'S BUT MY CATERER AND TASTER YET THOUGH I ALWAYS HAVE MY WILL I'M BUT A MERE DEPENDER STILL AN HUMBLE HANGER ON AT BEST OF WHOM ALL PEOPLE MAKE A JEST
phonemes: ʃˌæl mˈæn pɹɪzˈuːm təbi maɪ mˈæstɚ, hˌuːz bˌʌt maɪ kˈeɪɾɚɹɚ ænd tˈeɪstɚ? jˈɛt, ðˌoʊ aɪ ˈɔːlweɪz hæv maɪ wˈɪl, aɪm bˌʌt ɐ mˈɪɹ dᵻpˈɛndɚ stˈɪl: æn hˈʌmbəl hˈæŋɚɹ ˌɔn æt bˈɛst; ʌv hˈuːm ˈɔːl pˈiːpəl mˌeɪk ɐ dʒˈɛst.