text_original: To my goddess Melpomene, pride of her sex, I gave, as you beg, your most humble respects: The rest of your compliment I dare not tell her, For she never descends so low as the cellar; But before you can put yourself under her banners, She declares from her throne you must learn better manners.
text_transcription: TO MY GODDESS MAL POMENIE PRIDE OF HER SEX I GAVE AS YOU BEG YOUR MOST HUMBLE RESPECTS THE REST OF YOUR COMPLIMENT I DARE NOT TELL HER FOR SHE NEVER DESCENDS SO LOW AS THE CELLAR BUT BEFORE YOU CAN PUT YOURSELF UNDER HER BANNERS SHE DECLARES FROM HER THRONE YOU MUST LEARN BETTER MANNERS
phonemes: tə maɪ ɡˈɑːdəs mˈɛlpoʊmˌiːn, pɹˈaɪd ʌv hɜː sˈɛks, aɪ ɡˈeɪv, æz juː bˈɛɡ, jʊɹ mˈoʊst hˈʌmbəl ɹᵻspˈɛkts: ðə ɹˈɛst ʌv jʊɹ kˈɑːmplɪmənt aɪ dˈɛɹ nˌɑːt tˈɛl hɜː, fɔːɹ ʃiː nˈɛvɚ dᵻsˈɛndz sˌoʊ lˈoʊ æz ðə sˈɛlɚ; bˌʌt bᵻfˌɔːɹ juː kæn pˌʊt jɔːɹsˈɛlf ˌʌndɚ hɜː bˈænɚz, ʃiː dᵻklˈɛɹz fɹʌm hɜː θɹˈoʊn juː mˈʌst lˈɜːn bˈɛɾɚ mˈænɚz.