text_original: ON GOLD All ruling tyrant of the earth, To vilest slaves I owe my birth, How is the greatest monarch blest, When in my gaudy livery drest! No haughty nymph has power to run From me; or my embraces shun.
text_transcription: ON GOLD ALL RULING TYRANT OF THE EARTH TO VILEST SLAVES I OWE MY BIRTH HOW IS THE GREATEST MONARCH BLEST WHEN IN MY GAUDY LIVERY DREST NO HAUGHTY NYMPH HAS POWER TO RUN FROM ME O'ER MY EMBRACES SHUN
phonemes: ˌɔn ɡˈoʊld ˈɔːl ɹˈuːlɪŋ tˈaɪɹənt ʌvðɪ ˈɜːθ, tə vˈaɪlɪst slˈeɪvz aɪ ˈoʊ maɪ bˈɜːθ, hˌaʊ ɪz ðə ɡɹˈeɪɾɪst mˈɑːnɚk blˈɛst, wˌɛn ɪn maɪ ɡˈɔːdi lˈɪvɚɹi dɹˈɛst! nˈoʊ hˈɔːɾi nˈɪmf hɐz pˈaʊɚ tə ɹˈʌn fɹʌm mˌiː; ɔːɹ maɪ ɛmbɹˈeɪsᵻz ʃˈʌn.