text_original: Not by thy valour, but superior guile: Britain, with shame, confess this land of mine First taught thee human knowledge and divine; My prelates and my students, sent from hence, Made your sons converts both to God and sense: Not like the pastors of thy ravenous breed, Who come to fleece the flocks, and not to feed.
text_transcription: NOT BY THY VALOUR BUT SUPERIOR GUILE BRITAIN WITH SHAME CONFESS THIS LAND OF MINE FIRST TAUGHT THEE HUMAN KNOWLEDGE AND DIVINE MY PRELATES AND MY STUDENTS SENT FROM HENCE MADE YOUR SONS CONVERTS BOTH TO GOD AND SENSE NOT LIKE THE PASTORS OF THY RAVENOUS BREED WHO COME TO FLEECE THE FLOCKS AND NOT TO FEED
phonemes: nˌɑːt baɪ ðˌaɪ vˈælɚ, bˌʌt suːpˈiəɹɪɚ ɡˈaɪl: bɹˈɪtən, wɪð ʃˈeɪm, kənfˈɛs ðɪs lˈænd ʌv mˈaɪn fˈɜːst tˈɔːt ðiː hjˈuːmən nˈɑːlɪdʒ ænd dᵻvˈaɪn; maɪ pɹˈɛləts ænd maɪ stˈuːdənts, sˈɛnt fɹʌm hˈɛns, mˌeɪd jʊɹ sˈʌnz kənvˈɜːts bˈoʊθ tə ɡˈɑːd ænd sˈɛns: nˌɑːt lˈaɪk ðə pˈæstɚz ʌv ðˌaɪ ɹˈævənəs bɹˈiːd, hˌuː kˈʌm tə flˈiːs ðə flˈɑːks, ænd nˌɑːt tə fˈiːd.