text_original: This fix'd him in his patron's breast, But fired with envy all the rest: I mean that noisy, craving crew, Who round the court incessant flew, And prey'd like rooks, by pairs and dozens, To fill the maws of sons and cousins: "Unmoved their heart, and chill'd their blood To every thought of common good, Confining every hope and care, To their own low, contracted sphere."
text_transcription: THIS FIXED HIM IN HIS PATRON'S BREAST BUT FIRED WITH ENVY ALL THE REST I MEAN THAT NOISY CRAVING CREW WHO ROUND THE COURT INCESSANT FLEW AND PRAYED LIKE ROOKS BY PAIRS AND DOZENS TO FILL THE MAWS OF SONS AND COUSINS UNMOVED THEIR HEART AND CHILLED THEIR BLOOD TO EVERY THOUGHT OF COMMON GOOD CONFINING EVERY HOPE AND CARE TO THEIR OWN LOW CONTRACTED SPHERE
phonemes: ðɪs fˈɪksd hˌɪm ɪn hɪz pˈeɪtɹənz bɹˈɛst, bˌʌt fˈaɪɚd wɪð ˈɛnvi ˈɔːl ðə ɹˈɛst: aɪ mˈiːn ðæt nˈɔɪzi, kɹˈeɪvɪŋ kɹˈuː, hˌuː ɹˈaʊnd ðə kˈɔːɹt ɪnsˈɛsənt flˈuː, ænd pɹˈeɪd lˈaɪk ɹˈʊks, baɪ pˈɛɹz ænd dˈʌzənz, tə fˈɪl ðə mˈɔːz ʌv sˈʌnz ænd kˈʌzənz: "ʌnmˈuːvd ðɛɹ hˈɑːɹt, ænd tʃˈɪld ðɛɹ blˈʌd tʊ ˈɛvɹi θˈɔːt ʌv kˈɑːmən ɡˈʊd, kənfˈaɪnɪŋ ˈɛvɹi hˈoʊp ænd kˈɛɹ, tə ðɛɹ ˈoʊn lˈoʊ, kəntɹˈæktᵻd sfˈɪɹ."