text_original: 'Till flush'd with success, and of strength to be fear'd, Around him a numerous offspring he rear'd. Then the master grew sensible what he had done, And fain he would have his new guest to be gone; But now 'twas too late to bid him turn out, A well rooted possession already was got.
text_transcription: TILL FLUSHED WITH SUCCESS AND OF STRENGTH TO BE FEARED AROUND HIM A NUMEROUS OFFSPRING HE REARED THEN THE MASTER GREW SENSIBLE WHAT HE HAD DONE AND FAIN HE WOULD HAVE HIS NEW GUEST TO BE GONE BUT NOW IS TOO LATE TO BID HIM TURN AUGHT A WELL ROOTED POSSESSION ALREADY WAS GOT
phonemes: tˈɪl flˈʌʃd wɪð səksˈɛs, ænd ʌv stɹˈɛŋθ təbi fˈɪɹd, ɚɹˈaʊnd hˌɪm ɐ nˈuːmɚɹəs ˈɔfspɹɪŋ hiː ɹˈɪɹd. ðˈɛn ðə mˈæstɚ ɡɹˈuː sˈɛnsᵻbəl wʌt hiː hæd dˈʌn, ænd fˈeɪn hiː wʊdhɐv hɪz nˈuː ɡˈɛst təbi ɡˈɔn; bˌʌt nˈaʊ twˈɑːz tˈuː lˈeɪt tə bˈɪd hˌɪm tˈɜːn ˈaʊt, ɐ wˈɛl ɹˈuːɾᵻd pəzˈɛʃən ɔːlɹˌɛdi wʌz ɡˈɑːt.