text_original: [4]Keck at the memory of Glorious:[5] 'Tis true; nor need I to be told, My _quondam_ friends are grown so cold, That scarce a creature can be found To prance with me his statue round.
text_transcription: KICK AT THE MEMORY OF GLORIOUS TIS TRUE NOR NEED I TO BE TOLD MY QUONDAM FRIENDS ARE GROWN SO COLD THAT SCARCE A CREATURE CAN BE FOUND TO PRANCE WITH ME HIS STATUE ROUND
phonemes: [fˈɔːɹ]kˈɛk æt ðə mˈɛmɚɹi ʌv ɡlˈɔːɹiəs:[fˈaɪv] tˈɪz tɹˈuː; nˈɔːɹ nˈiːd aɪ təbi tˈoʊld, maɪ kwˈɑːndəm fɹˈɛndz ɑːɹ ɡɹˈoʊn sˌoʊ kˈoʊld, ðæt skˈɛɹs ɐ kɹˈiːtʃɚ kæn biː fˈaʊnd tə pɹˈæns wɪð mˌiː hɪz stˈætʃuː ɹˈaʊnd.