text_original: "By   ," says Tim, and let a f  t, "This graver understood his art. 'Tis a true copy, I'll say that for't; I well remember when I sat for't. My very face, at first I knew it; Just in this dress the painter drew it."
text_transcription: BY SAYS TIM AND LET A FART THIS GRAVER UNDERSTOOD HIS ART TIS A TRUE COPY I'LL SAY THAT FOR IT I WELL REMEMBER WHEN I SAT FOR IT MY VERY FACE AT FIRST I KNEW IT JUST IN THIS DRESS THE PAINTER DREW IT
phonemes: "bˈaɪ   ," sˈɛz tˈɪm, ænd lˈɛt ɐ ˈɛf tˈiː, "ðɪs ɡɹˈeɪvɚɹ ˌʌndɚstˈʊd hɪz ˈɑːɹt. tˈɪz ɐ tɹˈuː kˈɑːpi, aɪl sˈeɪ ðæt fˈɔːɹt; aɪ wˈɛl ɹᵻmˈɛmbɚ wɛn aɪ sˈæt fˈɔːɹt. maɪ vˈɛɹi fˈeɪs, æt fˈɜːst aɪ nˈuː ɪt; dʒˈʌst ɪn ðɪs dɹˈɛs ðə pˈeɪntɚ dɹˈuː ɪt."