text_original: You, when it rains, like fools, believe Jove pisses on you through a sieve: An idle tale, 'tis no such matter; We only dip a sponge in water, Then squeeze it close between our thumbs, And shake it well, and down it comes; As you shall to your sorrow know; We'll watch your steps where'er you go; And, since we find you walk a foot, We'll soundly souse your frieze surtout.
text_transcription: YOU WHEN IT RAINS LIKE FOOLS BELIEVE JOVE PISES ON YOU THROUGH A SIEVE AN IDLE TALE TIS NO SUCH MATTER WE ONLY DIP A SPONGE IN WATER THEN SQUEEZE IT CLOSE BETWEEN OUR THUMBS AND SHAKE IT WELL AND DOWN IT COMES AS YOU SHALL TO YOUR SORROW KNOW WILL WATCH YOUR STEPS WHERE'ER YOU GO AND SINCE WE FIND YOU WALK AFOOT WILL SOUNDLY SOUSE YOUR FREE SURTOUT
phonemes: juː, wˌɛn ɪt ɹˈeɪnz, lˈaɪk fˈuːlz, bᵻlˈiːv dʒˈoʊv pˈɪsᵻz ˌɔn juː θɹuː ɐ sˈɪv: ɐn ˈaɪdəl tˈeɪl, tˈɪz nˈoʊ sˈʌtʃ mˈæɾɚ; wiː ˈoʊnli dˈɪp ɐ spˈʌndʒ ɪn wˈɔːɾɚ, ðˈɛn skwˈiːz ɪt klˈoʊs bᵻtwˌiːn ˌaʊɚ θˈʌmz, ænd ʃˈeɪk ɪt wˈɛl, ænd dˌaʊn ɪt kˈʌmz; æz juː ʃˌæl tə jʊɹ sˈɑːɹoʊ nˈoʊ; wiːl wˈɑːtʃ jʊɹ stˈɛps wˈɛɹɚ juː ɡˈoʊ; ænd, sˈɪns wiː fˈaɪnd juː wˈɔːk ɐ fˈʊt, wiːl sˈaʊndli sˈaʊs jʊɹ fɹˈiːz sˈɜːɾaʊt.