text_original: Dog Walpole laid a quart of nog on't, He'd either make a hog or dog on't; And look'd, since he has got his wish, As if he had thrown down a dish, Yet this I dare foretell you from it, He'll soon return to his own vomit.
text_transcription: DOG WALPO LAID A QUART OF NOGANT HE'D EITHER MAKE A HOG OR DOGAUNT AND LOOKED SINCE HE HAS GOT HIS WISH AS IF HE HAD THROWN DOWN A DISH YET THIS I THEREFORE TELL YOU FROM IT HE'LL SOON RETURN TO HIS OWN VOMIT
phonemes: dˈɑːɡ wˈɔlpoʊl lˈeɪd ɐ kwˈɔːɹt ʌv nˈɑːɡ ˈɑːnt, hiːd ˈiːðɚ mˌeɪk ɐ hˈɑːɡ ɔːɹ dˈɑːɡ ˈɑːnt; ænd lˈʊkd, sˈɪns hiː hɐz ɡɑːt hɪz wˈɪʃ, æz ɪf hiː hæd θɹˈoʊn dˌaʊn ɐ dˈɪʃ, jˈɛt ðɪs aɪ dˈɛɹ fɔːɹtˈɛl juː fɹʌm ɪt, hiːl sˈuːn ɹᵻtˈɜːn tə hɪz ˈoʊn vˈɑːmɪt.