text_original: DELANY'S REPLY Assist me, my Muse, while I labour to limn him. _Credite, Pisones, isti tabulae persimilem._ You look and you write with so different a grace, That I envy your verse, though I did not your face.
text_transcription: S REPLY ASSIST ME MY MUSE WHILE I LABOUR TO LIMB HIM CREDIT PISTON'S ISTY TABULI PUSSIMILEM YOU LOOK IN YOU RIGHT WITH SO DIFFERENT A GRACE THAT I ENVY YOUR VERSE THOUGH I DID NOT YOUR FACE
phonemes: dᵻlˈæniz ɹᵻplˈaɪ ɐsˈɪst mˌiː, maɪ mjˈuːz, wˌaɪl aɪ lˈeɪbɚ tə lˈɪm hˌɪm. kɹˈɛdɪt, pˈɪsoʊnz, ˈɪsti tˈæbjʊlˌiː pɜːsˈɪmɪlˌɪm.juː lˈʊk ænd juː ɹˈaɪt wɪð sˌoʊ dˈɪfɹənt ɐ ɡɹˈeɪs, ðæt aɪ ˈɛnvi jʊɹ vˈɜːs, ðˌoʊ aɪ dɪdnˌɑːt jʊɹ fˈeɪs.