text_original: Why, then, appoint him son of Jove, Who met his mother in a grove; To this we freely shall consent, Well knowing what the poets meant; And in their sense, 'twixt me and you, It may be literally true.
text_transcription: WHY THEN APPOINT HIM SON OF JOVE WHO MET HIS MOTHER IN A GROVE TO THIS WE FREELY SHALL CONSENT WELL KNOWING WHAT THE POETS MEANT AND IN THEIR SENSE TWIXT ME AND YOU IT MAY BE LITERALLY TRUE
phonemes: wˈaɪ, ðˈɛn, ɐpˈɔɪnt hˌɪm sˈʌn ʌv dʒˈoʊv, hˌuː mˈɛt hɪz mˈʌðɚɹ ɪn ɐ ɡɹˈoʊv; tə ðɪs wiː fɹˈiːli ʃˌæl kənsˈɛnt, wˈɛl nˈoʊɪŋ wʌt ðə pˈoʊɪts mˈɛnt; ænd ɪn ðɛɹ sˈɛns, twˈɪkst mˌiː ænd juː, ɪt mˈeɪ biː lˈɪɾɚɹəli tɹˈuː.