text_original: [28] Hither, by luckless error led, The crude consistence oft I tread; Here when my shoes are out of case, Unweeting gild the tarnish'd lace; Here, by the sacred bramble tinged, My petticoat is doubly fringed.
text_transcription: HITHER BY LUCKLESS ERROR LED THE CRUDE CONSISTENCE OFT I TREAD HERE WHEN MY SHOES ARE OUT OF CASE ON SWEETENING GILD THE TARNISH'D LACE HERE BY THE SACRED BRAMBLE TINGED MY PETTICOAT IS DOUBLY FRINGED
phonemes: [twˈɛnti ˈeɪt] hˈɪðɚ, baɪ lˈʌkləs ˈɛɹɚ lˈɛd, ðə kɹˈuːd kənsˈɪstəns ˈɔft aɪ tɹˈɛd; hˈɪɹ wɛn maɪ ʃˈuːz ɑːɹ ˌaʊɾəv kˈeɪs, ʌnwˈiːɾɪŋ ɡˈɪld ðə tˈɑːɹnɪʃd lˈeɪs; hˈɪɹ, baɪ ðə sˈeɪkɹɪd bɹˈæmbəl tˈɪndʒd, maɪ pˈɛɾɪkˌoʊt ɪz dˈʌbli fɹˈɪndʒd.