text_original: VIII Never more will I suppose, You can taste my verse or prose. IX You no more at me shall fret, While I teach and you forget.
text_transcription: EIGHT NEVER MORE WILL I SUPPOSE YOU CAN TASTE MY VERSE OR PROSE NINE YOU KNOW MORE AT ME SHALL FRET WHILE I TEACH AND YOU FORGET
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən ˈeɪt nˈɛvɚ mˈɔːɹ wɪl aɪ səpˈoʊz, juː kæn tˈeɪst maɪ vˈɜːs ɔːɹ pɹˈoʊz. ɹˌoʊmən nˈaɪn juː nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ æt mˌiː ʃˌæl fɹˈɛt, wˌaɪl aɪ tˈiːtʃ ænd juː fɚɡˈɛt.