text_original: The boy made use of all his craft, In vain discharging many a shaft, Pointed at colonels, lords, and beaux: Cadenus warded off the blows; For, placing still some book betwixt, The darts were in the cover fix'd, Or, often blunted and recoil'd, On Plutarch's Moral struck, were spoil'd.
text_transcription: THE BOY MADE USE OF ALL HIS CRAFT IN VAIN DISCHARGING MANY A SHAFT POINTED AT COLONEL'S LORDS AND BOWS CADENUS WARDED OFF THE BLOWS FOR PLACING STILL SOME BOOK BETWIXT THE DARTS WERE IN THE COVER FIXED OR OFTEN BLUNTED AND RECOILED ON PLUTARCH'S MORAL STRUCK OR SPOILED
phonemes: ðə bˈɔɪ mˌeɪd jˈuːs ʌv ˈɔːl hɪz kɹˈæft, ɪn vˈeɪn dɪstʃˈɑːɹdʒɪŋ mˈɛni ɐ ʃˈæft, pˈɔɪntᵻd æt kˈɜːnəlz, lˈɔːɹdz, ænd bˈoʊ: kˈædɛnəs wˈɔːɹdᵻd ˈɔf ðə blˈoʊz; fɔːɹ, plˈeɪsɪŋ stˈɪl sˌʌm bˈʊk bᵻtwˈɪkst, ðə dˈɑːɹts wɜːɹ ɪnðə kˈʌvɚ fˈɪksd, ɔːɹ, ˈɔfən blˈʌntᵻd ænd ɹᵻkˈɔɪld, ˌɔn plˈuːɾɑːɹks mˈɔːɹəl stɹˈʌk, wɜː spˈɔɪld.