text_original: True poets can depress and raise, Are lords of infamy and praise; They are not scurrilous in satire, Nor will in panegyric flatter. Unjustly poets we asperse; Truth shines the brighter clad in verse, And all the fictions they pursue Do but insinuate what is true.
text_transcription: TRUE POETS CAN DEPRESS AND RAISE OUR LORDS OF INFAMY AND PRAISE THEY ARE NOT SCURLOUS IN SATURN OR WILL IN PANEGYRIC FLATTER UNJUSTLY POETS WE ASPERSE TRUTH SHINES THE BRIGHTER CLAD IN VERSE AND ALL THE FICTIONS THEY PURSUE DO BUT INSINUATE WHAT IS TRUE
phonemes: tɹˈuː pˈoʊɪts kæn dᵻpɹˈɛs ænd ɹˈeɪz, ɑːɹ lˈɔːɹdz ʌv ˈɪnfəmi ænd pɹˈeɪz; ðeɪ ɑːɹ nˌɑːt skˈɜːɹɪləs ɪn sˈæɾaɪɚ, nˈɔːɹ wɪl ɪn peɪndʒˈɪɹɪk flˈæɾɚ. ʌndʒˈʌstli pˈoʊɪts wiː ɐspˈɜːs; tɹˈuːθ ʃˈaɪnz ðə bɹˈaɪɾɚ klˈæd ɪn vˈɜːs, ænd ˈɔːl ðə fˈɪkʃənz ðeɪ pɚsˈuː dˈuː bˌʌt ɪnsˈɪnjuːˌeɪt wʌt ɪz tɹˈuː.