text_original: Kind sir, quoth the nettle, a stranger I come, For conscience compell'd to relinquish my home, 'Cause I wouldn't subscribe to a mystery dark, That the prince of all trees is the Jesuit's bark,[2] An erroneous tenet I know, sir, that you, No more than myself, will allow to be true.
text_transcription: KIND SIR QUOTH THE NETTLE A STRANGER I COMB FOR CONSCIENCE COMPELLED TO RELINQUISH MY HOME CAUSE I WOULDN'T SUBSCRIBE TO A MYSTERY DARK THAT THE PRINCE OF ALL TREES IS THE JESUIT'S BARK AN ERRONEOUS TENANT I KNOW SIR THAT YOU NO MORE THAN MYSELF WILL ALLOW TO BE TRUE
phonemes: kˈaɪnd sˌɜː, kwˈoʊθ ðə nˈɛɾəl, ɐ stɹˈeɪndʒɚɹ aɪ kˈʌm, fɔːɹ kˈɑːnʃəns kəmpˈɛld tə ɹᵻlˈɪŋkwɪʃ maɪ hˈoʊm, kˈɔːz aɪ wˈʊdənt səbskɹˈaɪb tʊ ɐ mˈɪstɚɹi dˈɑːɹk, ðætðə pɹˈɪns ʌv ˈɔːl tɹˈiːz ɪz ðə dʒˈɛzjuːɪts bˈɑːɹk,[tˈuː] ɐn ɛɹˈoʊniəs tˈɛnɪt aɪ nˈoʊ, sˌɜː, ðˈæt juː, nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ðɐn maɪsˈɛlf, wɪl ɐlˈaʊ təbi tɹˈuː.