text_original: I like your nice epistle critical, Which does in threefold rhymes so witty fall; Upon the comic dram' and tragedy Your notion's right, but verses maggotty; 'Tis but an hour since I heard a man swear it, The Devil himself could hardly answer it.
text_transcription: I LIKE YOUR NICE EPISTLE CRITICAL WHICH DOES IN THREEFOLD RHYMES SO WITTIFALL UPON THE COMIC DRAM AND TRAGEDY YOUR NOTION'S WRITE BUT VERSES MAGGOTTY TIS BUT AN HOUR SINCE I HEARD A MAN SWEAR IT THE DEVIL HIMSELF COULD HARDLY ANSWER IT
phonemes: aɪ lˈaɪk jʊɹ nˈaɪs ᵻpˈɪsəl kɹˈɪɾɪkəl, wˌɪtʃ dˈʌz ɪn θɹˈiːfoʊld ɹˈaɪmz sˌoʊ wˈɪɾi fˈɔːl; əpˌɑːn ðə kˈɑːmɪk dɹˈæm ænd tɹˈædʒədi jʊɹ nˈoʊʃənz ɹˈaɪt, bˌʌt vˈɜːsᵻz mˈæɡɑːɾi; tˈɪz bˌʌt ɐn ˈaʊɚ sˈɪns aɪ hˈɜːd ɐ mˈæn swˈɛɹ ɪt, ðə dˈɛvəl hɪmsˈɛlf kʊd hˈɑːɹdli ˈænsɚɹ ɪt.