text_original: Through me, though sore against my will, Instructors every art instil. By thousands I am sold and bought, Who neither get nor lose a groat; For none, alas! by me can gain, But those who give me greatest pain.
text_transcription: THROUGH ME THOUGH SORE AGAINST MY WILL INSTRUCTORS EVERY ART INSTILL BY THOUSANDS I AM SOLD AND BOUGHT WHO NEITHER GET NOR LOSE A GROAT FOR NONE ALAS BY ME CAN GAIN BUT THOSE WHO GIVE ME GREATEST PAIN
phonemes: θɹˈuː mˌiː, ðˌoʊ sˈɔːɹ ɐɡˈɛnst maɪ wˈɪl, ɪnstɹˈʌktɚz ˈɛvɹi ˈɑːɹt ɪnstˈɪl. baɪ θˈaʊzəndz aɪɐm sˈoʊld ænd bˈɔːt, hˌuː nˈiːðɚ ɡɛt nˈɔːɹ lˈuːz ɐ ɡɹˈoʊt; fɔːɹ nˈʌn, ɐlˈæs! baɪ mˌiː kæn ɡˈeɪn, bˌʌt ðoʊz hˌuː ɡˈɪv mˌiː ɡɹˈeɪɾɪst pˈeɪn.