text_original: Let others with fanatic face Talk of their milk for babes of grace; From tubs their snuffling nonsense utter; Thy milk shall make us tubs of butter. The bishop with his foot may burn it,[15] But with his hand the Dean can churn it.
text_transcription: LET OTHERS WITH FANATIC FACE TALK OF THEIR MILK FOR BABES OF GRACE FROM TUBS THEIR SNUFFLING NONSENSE UTTER THY MILK SHALL MAKE US TUBS OF BUTTER THE BISHOP WITH HIS FOOT MAY BURN IT BUT WITH HIS HAND THE DEAN CAN CHURN IT
phonemes: lˈɛt ˈʌðɚz wɪð fɐnˈæɾɪk fˈeɪs tˈɔːk ʌv ðɛɹ mˈɪlk fɔːɹ bˈeɪbz ʌv ɡɹˈeɪs; fɹʌm tˈʌbz ðɛɹ snˈʌflɪŋ nˈɑːnsəns ˈʌɾɚ; ðˌaɪ mˈɪlk ʃˌæl mˌeɪk ˌʌs tˈʌbz ʌv bˈʌɾɚ. ðə bˈɪʃəp wɪð hɪz fˈʊt mˈeɪ bˈɜːn ɪt,[fˈɪftiːn] bˌʌt wɪð hɪz hˈænd ðə dˈiːn kæn tʃˈɜːn ɪt.