text_original: I hope, as I ride to the town, it won't rain; For, should it, I fear it will cool my hot brain, Entirely extinguish my poetic vein; And then I should be as stupid as Kain, Who preach'd on three heads, though he mention'd but twain. Now Wardel's in haste, and begins to complain; Your most humble servant, dear Sir, I remain, T. S.  N.
text_transcription: I HOPE AS I RIDE TO THE TOWN IT WON'T RAIN FOR SHOULD IT I FEAR IT WILL COOL MY HOT BRAIN ENTIRELY EXTINGUISH MY POETIC VEIN AND THEN I SHOULD BE AS STUPID AS KANE WHO PREACH'D ON THREE HEADS THOUGH HE MENTION'D BUT TWAIN NOW WARTLES IN HASTE AND BEGINS TO COMPLAIN YOUR MOST HUMBLE SERVANT DEAR SIR I REMAIN T S N
phonemes: aɪ hˈoʊp, æz aɪ ɹˈaɪd tə ðə tˈaʊn, ɪt woʊnt ɹˈeɪn; fɔːɹ, ʃˈʊd ɪt, aɪ fˈɪɹ ɪt wɪl kˈuːl maɪ hˈɑːt bɹˈeɪn, ɛntˈaɪɚli ɛkstˈɪŋɡwɪʃ maɪ poʊˈɛɾɪk vˈeɪn; ænd ðˈɛn aɪ ʃˌʊd biː æz stˈuːpɪd æz kˈaɪn, hˌuː pɹˈiːtʃd ˌɔn θɹˈiː hˈɛdz, ðˌoʊ hiː mˈɛnʃənd bˌʌt twˈeɪn. nˈaʊ wˈɔːɹdəlz ɪn hˈeɪst, ænd bɪɡˈɪnz tə kəmplˈeɪn; jʊɹ mˈoʊst hˈʌmbəl sˈɜːvənt, dˈɪɹ sˌɜː, aɪ ɹᵻmˈeɪn, tˈiː. ˈɛs.  ˈɛn.