text_original: 1724 5 As when a beauteous nymph decays, We say she's past her dancing days; So poets lose their feet by time, And can no longer dance in rhyme.
text_transcription: SEVENTEEN TWENTY FOUR FIVE AS WHEN A BEAUTEOUS NYMPH DECAYS WE SAY SHE'S PASSED HER DANCING DAYS SO POETS LOSE THEIR FEET BY TIME AND CAN NO LONGER DANCE IN RHYME
phonemes: wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd sˈɛvənhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti fˈɔːɹ fˈaɪv æz wɛn ɐ bjˈuːɾiəs nˈɪmf dᵻkˈeɪz, wiː sˈeɪ ʃiːz pˈæst hɜː dˈænsɪŋ dˈeɪz; sˌoʊ pˈoʊɪts lˈuːz ðɛɹ fˈiːt baɪ tˈaɪm, ænd kæn nˌoʊ lˈɑːŋɡɚ dˈæns ɪn ɹˈaɪm.