text_original: I own, 'tis not my bread and butter, But prithee, Tim, why all this clutter? Why ever in these raging fits, Damning to hell the Jacobites?
text_transcription: I OWN TIS NOT MY BREAD AND BUTTER BUT PRITHEE TIM WHY ALL THIS CLATTER WHY EVER IN THESE RAGING FITS DAMMING TO HELL THE JACOBITS
phonemes: aɪ ˈoʊn, tˈɪz nˌɑːt maɪ bɹˈɛd ænd bˈʌɾɚ, bˌʌt pɹˈɪθiː, tˈɪm, wˌaɪ ˈɔːl ðɪs klˈʌɾɚ? wˌaɪ ˈɛvɚɹ ɪn ðiːz ɹˈeɪdʒɪŋ fˈɪts, dˈæmɪŋ tə hˈɛl ðə dʒˈækəbˌaɪts?