text_original: This vapouring scab must needs devise To ape the thunder of the skies: With brass two fiery steeds he shod, To make a clattering as they trod, Of polish'd brass his flaming car Like lightning dazzled from afar; And up he mounts into the box, And he must thunder, with a pox.
text_transcription: THIS VAPOURING SCAB MUST NEEDS DEVISE TO APE THE THUNDER OF THE SKIES WITH BRASS TWO FIERY STEEDS HE SHOD TO MAKE A CLATTERING AS THEY TROD OF POLISHED BRASS HIS FLAMING CAR LIKE LIGHTNING DAZZLED AFAR AND UP HE MOUNTS INTO THE BOX AND HE MUST THUNDER WITH A POX
phonemes: ðɪs vˈeɪpɚɹɪŋ skˈæb mˈʌst nˈiːdz dɪvˈaɪz tʊ ˈeɪp ðə θˈʌndɚɹ ʌvðə skˈaɪz: wɪð bɹˈæs tˈuː fˈaɪɚɹi stˈiːdz hiː ʃˈɑːd, tə mˌeɪk ɐ klˈæɾɚɹɪŋ æz ðeɪ tɹˈɑːd, ʌv pˈɑːlɪʃd bɹˈæs hɪz flˈeɪmɪŋ kˈɑːɹ lˈaɪk lˈaɪtnɪŋ dˈæzəld fɹʌm ɐfˈɑːɹ; ænd ˌʌp hiː mˈaʊnts ˌɪntʊ ðə bˈɑːks, ænd hiː mˈʌst θˈʌndɚ, wɪð ɐ pˈɑːks.