text_original: But I admire your patience most; That when I'm duller than a post, Nor can the plainest word pronounce, You neither fume, nor fret, nor flounce; Are so indulgent, and so mild, As if I were a darling child.
text_transcription: BUT I ADMIRE YOUR PATIENCE MOST THAT WHEN I'M DULLER THAN A POST NOR CAN THE PLAINEST WORD PRONOUNCE YOU NEITHER FUME NOR FRET NOR FLOUNCE ARE SO INDULGENT AND SO MILD AS IF I WERE A DARLING CHILD
phonemes: bˌʌt aɪ ɐdmˈaɪɚ jʊɹ pˈeɪʃəns mˈoʊst; ðæt wɛn aɪm dˈʌlɚ ðˌænə pˈoʊst, nˈɔːɹ kæn ðə plˈeɪnɪst wˈɜːd pɹənˈaʊns, juː nˈiːðɚ fjˈuːm, nˈɔːɹ fɹˈɛt, nˈɔːɹ flˈaʊns; ɑːɹ sˌoʊ ɪndˈʌldʒənt, ænd sˌoʊ mˈaɪld, æz ɪf aɪ wɜːɹ ɐ dˈɑːɹlɪŋ tʃˈaɪld.