text_original: Thus I look down with mercy on the age, By hopes my Congreve will reform the stage: For never did poetic mind before Produce a richer vein, or cleaner ore; The bullion stamp'd in your refining mind Serves by retail to furnish half mankind.
text_transcription: THUS I LOOK DOWN WITH MERCY ON THE AGE BY HOPES MY CONGRIEF WILL REFORM THE STAGE FOR NEVER DID POETIC MIND BEFORE PRODUCE A RICHER VEIN OR CLEANER ORE THE BULLIANCE STAMPED IN YOUR REFINING MIND SERVES BY RETAIL TO FURNISH HALF MANKIND
phonemes: ðˈʌs aɪ lˈʊk dˌaʊn wɪð mˈɜːsi ɔnðɪ ˈeɪdʒ, baɪ hˈoʊps maɪ kˈɑːŋɡɹɛv wɪl ɹᵻfˈɔːɹm ðə stˈeɪdʒ: fɔːɹ nˈɛvɚ dˈɪd poʊˈɛɾɪk mˈaɪnd bᵻfˌɔːɹ pɹədˈuːs ɐ ɹˈɪtʃɚ vˈeɪn, ɔːɹ klˈiːnɚɹ ˈɔːɹ; ðə bˈʊliən stˈæmpd ɪn jʊɹ ɹᵻfˈaɪnɪŋ mˈaɪnd sˈɜːvz baɪ ɹˈiːteɪl tə fˈɜːnɪʃ hˈæf mæŋkˈaɪnd.