text_original: Their faction is five hundred odds, For every coxcomb lends them rods, And sneers as learnedly as they, Like females o'er their morning tea. You say the Muse will not contain And write you must, or break a vein.
text_transcription: THEIR FACTION IS FIVE HUNDRED ODDS FOR EVERY COXCOMB LENDS THEM RODS AND SNEERS AS LEARNEDLY AS THEY LIKE FEMALES O'ER THEIR MORNING TAY YOU SAY THE MUSE WILL NOT CONTAIN AND WRITE YOU MUST OR BREAK A VEIN
phonemes: ðɛɹ fˈækʃən ɪz fˈaɪv hˈʌndɹɪd ˈɑːdz, fɔːɹ ˈɛvɹi kˈɑːkskoʊm lˈɛndz ðˌɛm ɹˈɑːdz, ænd snˈɪɹz æz lˈɜːnᵻdli æz ðeɪ, lˈaɪk fˈiːmeɪlz ˈɔːɹ ðɛɹ mˈɔːɹnɪŋ tˈiː. juː sˈeɪ ðə mjˈuːz wɪl nˌɑːt kəntˈeɪn ænd ɹˈaɪt juː mˈʌst, ɔːɹ bɹˈeɪk ɐ vˈeɪn.