text_original: 'Tis true, a woman on her mettle Will often piss upon a nettle; But though we own she makes it wetter, The nettle never thrives the better; While we, by soft prolific showers, Can every spring produce you flowers.
text_transcription: TIS TRUE A WOMAN ON HER METAL WILL OFTEN KISS UPON A NETTLE BUT THOUGH WE OWN SHE MAKES IT WETTER THE NETTLE NEVER THRIVES THE BETTER WHILE WE BY SOFT PROLIFIC SHOWERS CAN EVERY SPRING PRODUCE YOU FLOWERS
phonemes: tˈɪz tɹˈuː, ɐ wˈʊmən ˌɔn hɜː mˈɛɾəl wɪl ˈɔfən pˈɪs əpˌɑːn ɐ nˈɛɾəl; bˌʌt ðˌoʊ wiː ˈoʊn ʃiː mˌeɪks ɪt wˈɛɾɚ, ðə nˈɛɾəl nˈɛvɚ θɹˈaɪvz ðə bˈɛɾɚ; wˌaɪl wiː, baɪ sˈɔft pɹəlˈɪfɪk ʃˈaʊɚz, kæn ˈɛvɹi spɹˈɪŋ pɹədˈuːs juː flˈaʊɚz.