text_original: [3]] Thus was I drawn in; Forgive me my sin. At breakfast he'll ask An account of my task. Put a word out of joint, Or miss but a point, He rages and frets, His manners forgets; And as I am serious, Is very imperious.
text_transcription: THUS WAS I DRAWN IN FORGIVE ME MY SIN AT BREAKFAST HE'LL ASK AN ACCOUNT OF MY TASK BUT A WORD OUT OF JOINT OR MISS BUT OF POINT HE RAGES AND FRETS HIS MANNERS FORGETS AND AS I AM SERIOUS IS VERY IMPERIOUS
phonemes: [θɹˈiː]] ðˈʌs wʌz aɪ dɹˈɔːn ˈɪn; fɚɡˈɪv mˌiː maɪ sˈɪn. æt bɹˈɛkfəst hiːl ˈæsk ɐn ɐkˈaʊnt ʌv maɪ tˈæsk. pˌʊt ɐ wˈɜːd ˌaʊɾəv dʒˈɔɪnt, ɔːɹ mˈɪs bˌʌt ɐ pˈɔɪnt, hiː ɹˈeɪdʒᵻz ænd fɹˈɛts, hɪz mˈænɚz fɚɡˈɛts; ænd æz aɪɐm sˈɪɹiəs, ɪz vˈɛɹi ɪmpˈɪɹiəs.