text_original: I'm now, Sir, in a writing vein; Don't think, like you, I squeeze and strain, Perhaps you'll ask me what I mean; I will not tell, because it's plain. Your Muse, I am told, is in the wane; If so, from pen and ink refrain. Indeed, believe me, I'm in pain For her and you; your life's a scene Of verse, and rhymes, and hurricane, Enough to crack the strongest brain. Now to conclude, I do remain, Your honest friend, TOM SHERIDAN.
text_transcription: I'M NOW SIR IN A WRITING VEIN DON'T THINK LIKE YOU I SQUEEZE AND STRAIN PERHAPS YOU'LL ASK ME WHAT I MEAN I WILL NOT TELL BECAUSE IT'S PLAIN YOUR MUSE I'M TOLD IS IN THE WANE IF SO FROM PEN AND INK REFRAIN INDEED BELIEVE ME I'M IN PAIN FOR HER AND YOU YOUR LIFE'S A SANE OF VERSE AND RHYMES AND HURRICANE ENOUGH TO CRACK THE STRONGEST BRAIN NOW TO CONCLUDE I DO REMAIN YOUR HONEST FRIEND TOM SHERIDAIN
phonemes: aɪm nˈaʊ, sˌɜː, ɪn ɐ ɹˈaɪɾɪŋ vˈeɪn; dˈoʊnt θˈɪŋk, lˈaɪk juː, aɪ skwˈiːz ænd stɹˈeɪn, pɚhˈæps juːl ˈæsk mˌiː wʌt aɪ mˈiːn; aɪ wɪl nˌɑːt tˈɛl, bɪkˈʌz ɪts plˈeɪn. jʊɹ mjˈuːz, aɪɐm tˈoʊld, ɪz ɪnðə wˈeɪn; ɪf sˈoʊ, fɹʌm pˈɛn ænd ˈɪŋk ɹᵻfɹˈeɪn. ˌɪndˈiːd, bᵻlˈiːv mˌiː, aɪm ɪn pˈeɪn fɔːɹ hɜː ænd juː; jʊɹ lˈaɪfz ɐ sˈiːn ʌv vˈɜːs, ænd ɹˈaɪmz, ænd hˈɜːɹᵻkˌeɪn, ɪnˈʌf tə kɹˈæk ðə stɹˈɔŋɡɪst bɹˈeɪn. nˈaʊ tə kəŋklˈuːd, aɪ dˈuː ɹᵻmˈeɪn, jʊɹ ˈɑːnɪst fɹˈɛnd, tˈɑːm ʃˈɛɹɪdən.