text_original: Your cheeks, by sleeking, are so lean, That they're like Cynthia in the wane, Or breast of goose when 'tis pick'd clean, or pullet: See what by drinking you have done: You've made your phiz a skeleton, From the long distance of your crown, t' your gullet.
text_transcription: YOUR CHEEKS BY SLEEKING ARE SO LEAN THAT THEY'RE LIKE CYNTHIA IN THE WAIN OR BREAST OF GOOSE WHEN TIS PICK'D CLEAN OR PULLET SEE WHAT BY DRINKING YOU HAVE DONE YOU'VE MADE YOUR FIZZ A SKELETON FROM THEE LONG DISTANCE OF YOUR CROWN TYR GULLET
phonemes: jʊɹ tʃˈiːks, baɪ slˈiːkɪŋ, ɑːɹ sˌoʊ lˈiːn, ðæt ðeɪɚ lˈaɪk sˈɪnθiə ɪnðə wˈeɪn, ɔːɹ bɹˈɛst ʌv ɡˈuːs wɛn tˈɪz pˈɪkd klˈiːn, ɔːɹ pˈʊlɪt: sˈiː wʌt baɪ dɹˈɪŋkɪŋ juː hæv dˈʌn: juːv mˌeɪd jʊɹ fˈɪz ɐ skˈɛlᵻtən, fɹʌmðə lˈɔŋ dˈɪstəns ʌv jʊɹ kɹˈaʊn, tˈiː jʊɹ ɡˈʌlɪt.