text_original: Ye powers of Grub Street, make me able Discreetly to apply this fable; Say, who is to be understood By that old thief Prometheus?  Wood. For Jove, it is not hard to guess him; I mean his majesty, God bless him.
text_transcription: YE POWERS OF GRUB STREET MAKE ME ABLE DISCREETLY TO APPLY THIS FABLE SAY WHO IS TO BE UNDERSTOOD BY THAT OLD THIEF PROMETHEUS WOULD FOR JOVE IT IS NOT HARD TO GUESS HIM I MEAN HIS MAJESTY GOD BLESS HIM
phonemes: jiː pˈaʊɚz ʌv ɡɹˈʌb stɹˈiːt, mˌeɪk mˌiː ˈeɪbəl dɪskɹˈiːtli tʊ ɐplˈaɪ ðɪs fˈeɪbəl; sˈeɪ, hˌuː ɪz təbi ˌʌndɚstˈʊd baɪ ðæt ˈoʊld θˈiːf pɹoʊmˈiːθɪəs?  wˈʊd. fɔːɹ dʒˈoʊv, ɪɾ ɪz nˌɑːt hˈɑːɹd tə ɡˈɛs hˌɪm; aɪ mˈiːn hɪz mˈædʒᵻsti, ɡˈɑːd blˈɛs hˌɪm.