text_original: My heart with emulation burns, To make you suitable returns; My gratitude the world shall know; And see, the printer's boy below; Ye hawkers all, your voices lift; "A Panegyric on Dean Swift!"
text_transcription: MY HEART WITH EMULATION BURNS TO MAKE YOU SUITABLE RETURNS MY GRATITUDE THE WORLD SHALL KNOW AND SEE THE PRINTER'S BOY BELOW YE HAWKERS ALL YOUR VOICES LIFT A PANEGYRIC ON DEAN SWIFT
phonemes: maɪ hˈɑːɹt wɪð ˌɛmjʊlˈeɪʃən bˈɜːnz, tə mˌeɪk juː sˈuːɾəbəl ɹᵻtˈɜːnz; maɪ ɡɹˈæɾɪtˌuːd ðə wˈɜːld ʃˌæl nˈoʊ; ænd sˈiː, ðə pɹˈɪntɚz bˈɔɪ bᵻlˈoʊ; jiː hˈɔːkɚz ˈɔːl, jʊɹ vˈɔɪsᵻz lˈɪft; "ɐ peɪndʒˈɪɹɪk ˌɔn dˈiːn swˈɪft!"