text_original: Thus will the fair of every age From all parts make their pilgrimage, Worship thy nose with pious rage of love, sir: All their religion will be spent About thy woven monument, And not one orison be sent to Jove, sir.
text_transcription: THUS WILL THE FAIR OF EVERY AGE FROM ALL PARTS MAKE THEIR PILGRIMAGE WORSHIP THY NOSE WITH PIOUS RAGE OF LOVE SIR ALL THEIR RELIGION WILL BE SPENT ABOUT THY WOVEN MONUMENT AND NOT ONE O'ER A SON BE SENT TO JOVE SIR
phonemes: ðˈʌs wɪl ðə fˈɛɹ ʌv ˈɛvɹi ˈeɪdʒ fɹʌm ˈɔːl pˈɑːɹts mˌeɪk ðɛɹ pˈɪlɡɹɪmɪdʒ, wˈɜːʃɪp ðˌaɪ nˈoʊz wɪð pˈaɪəs ɹˈeɪdʒ ʌv lˈʌv, sˌɜː: ˈɔːl ðɛɹ ɹᵻlˈɪdʒən wɪl biː spˈɛnt ɐbˌaʊt ðˌaɪ wˈoʊvən mˈɑːnjuːmənt, ænd nˌɑːt wˈʌn ˈɔːɹɪsən biː sˈɛnt tə dʒˈoʊv, sˌɜː.