text_original: 1731 SIR ROBERT,[2] wearied by Will Pulteney's teasings, Who interrupted him in all his leasings, Resolved that Will and he should meet no more, Full in his face Bob shuts the council door; Nor lets him sit as justice on the bench, To punish thieves, or lash a suburb wench. Yet still St. Stephen's chapel open lies For Will to enter  What shall I advise?
text_transcription: SEVENTEEN THIRTY ONE SIR ROBERT WEARIED BY WILL PUTNEY'S TEASINGS WHO INTERRUPTED HIM IN ALL HIS LEASINGS RESOLVED THAT WILL AND HE SHOULD MEET NO MORE FULL IN HIS FACE BOB SHUTS THE COUNCIL DOOR NOR LETS HIM SIT AS JUSTICE ON THE BENCH TO PUNISH THIEVES OR LASH A SUBURB WENCH YET STILL SAINT STEPHEN'S CHAPEL OPEN LIES FOUR WILL TO ENTER WHAT SHALL I ADVISE
phonemes: wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd sˈɛvənhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi wˈʌn sˌɜː ɹˈɑːbɚt,[tˈuː] wˈɪɹid baɪ wɪl pˈʌltɛniz tˈiːzɪŋz, hˌuː ˌɪntɚɹˈʌptᵻd hˌɪm ɪn ˈɔːl hɪz lˈiːsɪŋz, ɹᵻzˈɑːlvd ðæt wɪl ænd hiː ʃˌʊd mˈiːt nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ, fˈʊl ɪn hɪz fˈeɪs bˈɑːb ʃˈʌts ðə kˈaʊnsəl dˈɔːɹ; nˈɔːɹ lˈɛts hˌɪm sˈɪt æz dʒˈʌstɪs ɔnðə bˈɛntʃ, tə pˈʌnɪʃ θˈiːvz, ɔːɹ lˈæʃ ɐ sˈʌbɜːb wˈɛntʃ. jˈɛt stˈɪl sənt. stˈiːvənz tʃˈæpəl ˈoʊpən lˈaɪz fɔːɹ wˈɪltʊ ˈɛntɚ wʌt ʃˌæl aɪ ɐdvˈaɪz?