text_original: A piece of tapestry took my eye, The faded colours spoke it old; But wrought with curious imagery, The figures lively seem'd and bold. Here you might see the youth prevail, (In vain are eloquence and wit,) The boy persists, Apollo's frail; Wisdom to nature does submit.
text_transcription: A PIECE OF TAPESTRY TOOK MY EYE THE FADED COLOURS SPOKE IT OLD BUT WROUGHT WITH CURIOUS IMAGERIE THE FIGURES LIVELY SEEMED AND BOLD HERE YOU MIGHT SEE THE YOUTH PREVAIL IN VAIN OUR ELOQUENCE AND WIT THE BOY PERSISTS APOLLOS FRAIL WISDOM TO NATURE DOES SUBMIT
phonemes: ɐ pˈiːs ʌv tˈæpᵻstɹi tˈʊk maɪ ˈaɪ, ðə fˈeɪdᵻd kˈʌlɚz spˈoʊk ɪɾ ˈoʊld; bˌʌt ɹˈɔːt wɪð kjˈʊɹɹiəs ˈɪmɪdʒɹi, ðə fˈɪɡjɚz lˈaɪvli sˈiːmd ænd bˈoʊld. hˈɪɹ juː mˌaɪt sˈiː ðə jˈuːθ pɹɪvˈeɪl, (ɪn vˈeɪn ɑːɹ ˈɛləkwəns ænd wˈɪt,) ðə bˈɔɪ pɚsˈɪsts, ɐpˈɑːloʊz fɹˈeɪl; wˈɪzdəm tə nˈeɪtʃɚ dˈʌz səbmˈɪt.