text_original: TO CARTHY, ATTRIBUTING SOME PERFORMANCES TO MR. DUNKIN From the Gentleman's London Magazine for January. My lines to him you give; to speak your due, 'Tis what no man alive will say of you. Your works are like old Jacob's speckled goats, Known by the verse, yet better by the notes.
text_transcription: TO CARTHEE ATTRIBUTING SOME PERFORMANCES TO MISTER DUNCAN MY LINES TO HIM YOU GIVE TO SPEAK YOUR DUE TIS WHAT NO MAN ALIVE WILL SAY OF YOU YOUR WORKS ARE LIKE OLD JACOB'S SPECKLED GOATS KNOWN BY THE VERSE YET BETTER BY THE NOTES
phonemes: tuː kˈɑːɹði, ɐtɹˈɪbjuːɾɪŋ sˌʌm pɚfˈɔːɹmənsᵻz tuː mˈɪstɚ. dˈʌŋkɪn fɹʌmðə dʒˈɛntəlmənz lˈʌndən mˌæɡɐzˈiːn fɔːɹ dʒˈænjuːˌɛɹi. maɪ lˈaɪnz tə hˌɪm juː ɡˈɪv; tə spˈiːk jʊɹ dˈuː, tˈɪz wʌt nˈoʊ mˈæn ɐlˈaɪv wɪl sˈeɪ ʌv juː. jʊɹ wˈɜːks ɑːɹ lˈaɪk ˈoʊld dʒˈeɪkəbz spˈɛkəld ɡˈoʊts, nˈoʊn baɪ ðə vˈɜːs, jˈɛt bˈɛɾɚ baɪ ðə nˈoʊts.