text_original: But if Coy Goddess thou shalt this deny, And from my humble suit disdaining fly, I'll stoop and beg no more, since I know this, Writing of him, I cannot write amiss: His lofty Deeds will raise each feeble line, And God like Acts will make my Verse Divine.
text_transcription: BUT IF COY GODDESS THOU SHALT THIS DENY AND FROM MY HUMBLE SUIT DISDAINING FLY I'LL STOOP AND BEG NO MORE SINCE I KNOW THIS WRITING OF HIM I CANNOT WRITE AMISS HIS LOFTY DEEDS WILL RAISE EACH FEEBLE LINE AND GOD LIKE ACTS WILL MAKE MY VERSE DIVINE
phonemes: bˌʌt ɪf kˈɔɪ ɡˈɑːdəs ðˈaʊ ʃˌælt ðɪs dᵻnˈaɪ, ænd fɹʌm maɪ hˈʌmbəl sˈuːt dɪsdˈeɪnɪŋ flˈaɪ, aɪl stˈuːp ænd bˈɛɡ nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ, sˈɪns aɪ nˈoʊ ðˈɪs, ɹˈaɪɾɪŋ ʌv hˌɪm, aɪ kænˈɑːt ɹˈaɪt ɐmˈɪs: hɪz lˈɔfti dˈiːdz wɪl ɹˈeɪz ˈiːtʃ fˈiːbəl lˈaɪn, ænd ɡˈɑːd lˈaɪk ˈækts wɪl mˌeɪk maɪ vˈɜːs dᵻvˈaɪn.