text_original: * * * * * * * * * * * * By an old      pursued, A crazy prelate,[1] and a royal prude;[2] By dull divines, who look with envious eyes On ev'ry genius that attempts to rise; And pausing o'er a pipe, with doubtful nod, Give hints, that poets ne'er believe in God. So clowns on scholars as on wizards look, And take a folio for a conj'ring book.
text_transcription: THIRTEEN BY ANALD BLANK BLANK PURSUED A CRALY PRELATE IN A ROYAL PRUDE BY DULL DIVINES WHO LOOK WITH ENVIOUS EYES ON EVERY GENIUS THAT ATTEMPTS TO RISE AND PAUSING O'ER A PIPE WITH DOUBTFUL NOD GIVES HINTS THAT POETS NE'ER BELIEVE IN GOD SO CLOWNS ON SCHOLARS AS ON WIZARDS LOOK AND TAKE A FOLIO FOR A CONJURING BOOK
phonemes: ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk baɪ ɐn ˈoʊld pɚsˈuːd, ɐ kɹˈeɪzi pɹˈɛlət,[wˈʌn] ænd ɐ ɹˈɔɪəl pɹˈuːd;[tˈuː] baɪ dˈʌl dᵻvˈaɪnz, hˌuː lˈʊk wɪð ˈɛnviəs ˈaɪz ˌɔn ˈɛvɹi dʒˈiːnɪəs ðæt ɐtˈɛmpts tə ɹˈaɪz; ænd pˈɔːzɪŋ ˈɔːɹ ɐ pˈaɪp, wɪð dˈaʊtfəl nˈɑːd, ɡˈɪv hˈɪnts, ðæt pˈoʊɪts nˈɛɹ bᵻlˈiːv ɪn ɡˈɑːd. sˌoʊ klˈaʊnz ˌɔn skˈɑːlɚz æz ˌɔn wˈɪzɚdz lˈʊk, ænd tˈeɪk ɐ fˈoʊlɪˌoʊ fɚɹə kˈɑːndʒɹɪŋ bˈʊk.