text_original: But, as for me, who ne'er could clamber high, To understand Malebranche or Cambray; Who send my mind (as I believe) less Than others do, on errands sleeveless; Can listen to a tale humdrum, And with attention read Tom Thumb; My spirits with my body progging, Both hand in hand together jogging; Sunk over head and ears in matter.
text_transcription: BUT AS FOR ME WHO NE'ER COULD CLAMBER HIGH TO UNDERSTAND MALBRACHE OR CAMBRAI WHO SEND MY MIND AS I BELIEVE LESS THAN OTHERS DO ON ERRANDS SLEEVELESS CAN LISTEN TO A TALE HUMDRUM AND WITH ATTENTION READ TOM THUMB MY SPIRITS WITH MY BODY PROGGING BOTH HAND IN HAND TOGETHER JOGGING SUNK OVER HEADS AND EARS IN MATTER
phonemes: bˌʌt, æz fɔːɹ mˌiː, hˌuː nˈɛɹ kʊd klˈæmbɚ hˈaɪ, tʊ ˌʌndɚstˈænd mˈeɪlbɹæntʃ ɔːɹ kˈæmbɹeɪ; hˌuː sˈɛnd maɪ mˈaɪnd (æz aɪ bᵻlˈiːv) lˈɛs ðɐn ˈʌðɚz dˈuː, ˌɔn ˈɛɹəndz slˈiːvləs; kæn lˈɪsən tʊ ɐ tˈeɪl hˈʌmdɹəm, ænd wɪð ɐtˈɛnʃən ɹˈiːd tˈɑːm θˈʌm; maɪ spˈɪɹɪts wɪð maɪ bˈɑːdi pɹˈɑːɡɪŋ, bˈoʊθ hˈænd ɪn hˈænd təɡˌɛðɚ dʒˈɑːɡɪŋ; sˈʌŋk ˌoʊvɚ hˈɛd ænd ˈɪɹz ɪn mˈæɾɚ.