text_original: Behold him blooming fresh and fair, Now made  ye gods  a son and heir; An heir: and, stranger yet to hear, An heir, an orphan of a peer;[2] But prodigies are wrought to prove Nothing impossible to Jove.
text_transcription: BEHOLD HIM BLOOMING FRESH AND FAIR NOW MADE YE GODS A SUN AND HEIR AN HEIR AND STRANGER YET TO HEAR AN AIR AN ORPHAN OF A PEER BUT PRODIGIES ARE WROUGHT TO PROVE NOTHING IMPOSSIBLE TO JOVE
phonemes: bᵻhˈoʊld hˌɪm blˈuːmɪŋ fɹˈɛʃ ænd fˈɛɹ, nˈaʊ mˌeɪd jiː ɡˈɑːdz ɐ sˈʌn ænd ˈɛɹ; ɐn ˈɛɹ: ænd, stɹˈeɪndʒɚ jˈɛt tə hˈɪɹ, ɐn ˈɛɹ, ɐn ˈɔːɹfən əvə pˈɪɹ;[tˈuː] bˌʌt pɹˈɑːdɪdʒiz ɑːɹ ɹˈɔːt tə pɹˈuːv nˈʌθɪŋ ɪmpˈɑːsᵻbəl tə dʒˈoʊv.