text_original: As for my little nag, which I keep at Parnassus, With Phoebus's leave, to run with his asses, He goes slow and sure, and he never is jaded, While your fiery steed is whipp'd, spurr'd, bastinaded.
text_transcription: AS FOR MY LITTLE NAG WHICH I KEEP AT PARNASSUS WITH PHOEBUS'S LEAVE TO RUN WITH HIS ASSES HE GOES SLOW AND SURE AND HE NEVER IS JADED WHILE YOUR FIERY STEED IS WHIPPED SPURRED AND BASTINATED
phonemes: æz fɔːɹ maɪ lˈɪɾəl nˈæɡ, wˌɪtʃ aɪ kˈiːp æt pˈɑːɹnəʃəs, wɪð fˈoʊbəsᵻz lˈiːv, tə ɹˈʌn wɪð hɪz ˈæsᵻz, hiː ɡoʊz slˈoʊ ænd ʃˈʊɹ, ænd hiː nˈɛvɚɹ ɪz dʒˈeɪdᵻd, wˌaɪl jʊɹ fˈaɪɚɹi stˈiːd ɪz wˈɪpd, spˈɜːd, bˈæstɪnˌeɪdᵻd.