text_original: In conclusion, My lady, pitying his confusion, Call'd her good nature to relieve him; Told him, she thought she might believe him; And would not only grant his suit, But visit him, and eat some fruit, Provided, at a proper time, He told the real truth in rhyme; 'Twas to no purpose to oppose, She'd hear of no excuse in prose.
text_transcription: IN CONCLUSION MY LADY PITYING HIS CONFUSION CALLED HER GOOD NATURE TO RELIEVE HIM TOLD HIM SHE THOUGHT SHE MIGHT BELIEVE HIM AND WOULD NOT ONLY GRANT HIS SUIT BUT VISIT HIM AND EAT SOME FRUIT PROVIDED AT A PROPER TIME HE TOLD THE REAL TRUTH IN RHYME TWAS TO NO PURPOSE TO OPPOSE SHE'D HEARD OF NO EXCUSE IN PROSE
phonemes: ɪn kəŋklˈuːʒən, maɪ lˈeɪdi, pˈɪɾiɪŋ hɪz kənfjˈuːʒən, kˈɔːld hɜː ɡˈʊd nˈeɪtʃɚ tə ɹᵻlˈiːv hˌɪm; tˈoʊld hˌɪm, ʃiː θˈɔːt ʃiː mˌaɪt bᵻlˈiːv hˌɪm; ænd wʊd nˌɑːt ˈoʊnli ɡɹˈænt hɪz sˈuːt, bˌʌt vˈɪzɪt hˌɪm, ænd ˈiːt sˌʌm fɹˈuːt, pɹəvˈaɪdᵻd, æɾə pɹˈɑːpɚ tˈaɪm, hiː tˈoʊld ðə ɹˈiːəl tɹˈuːθ ɪn ɹˈaɪm; twˈɑːz tə nˈoʊ pˈɜːpəs tʊ əpˈoʊz, ʃiːd hˈɪɹ ʌv nˈoʊ ɛkskjˈuːs ɪn pɹˈoʊz.