text_original: ] Some critic may object, perhaps, That clouds are blamed for giving claps; But what, alas! are claps ethereal, Compared for mischief to venereal? Can clouds give buboes, ulcers, blotches, Or from your noses dig out notches? We leave the body sweet and sound; We kill, 'tis true, but never wound.
text_transcription: SOME CRITIC MAY OBJECT PERHAPS THAT CLOUDS ARE BLAMED FOR GIVING CLAPS BUT WHAT ALAS ARE CLAPS ETHEREAL COMPARED FOR MISCHIEF TOO VENEREAL CAN CLOUDS GIVE BUBOS ULCERS BLOTCHES OR FROM YOUR NOSES DIG OUT NOTCHES WE LEAVE THE BODY SWEET AND SOUND WE KILL TIS TRUE BUT NEVER WOUND
phonemes: ] sˌʌm kɹˈɪɾɪk mˈeɪ ɑːbdʒˈɛkt, pɚhˈæps, ðæt klˈaʊdz ɑːɹ blˈeɪmd fɔːɹ ɡˈɪvɪŋ klˈæps; bˌʌt wˈʌt, ɐlˈæs! ɑːɹ klˈæps iːθˈiəɹɪəl, kəmpˈɛɹd fɔːɹ mˈɪstʃɪf tə vɛnˈiəɹɪəl? kæn klˈaʊdz ɡˈɪv bjˈuːboʊz, ˈʌlsɚz, blˈɑːtʃᵻz, ɔːɹ fɹʌm jʊɹ nˈoʊzᵻz dˈɪɡ ˈaʊt nˈɑːtʃᵻz? wiː lˈiːv ðə bˈɑːdi swˈiːt ænd sˈaʊnd; wiː kˈɪl, tˈɪz tɹˈuː, bˌʌt nˈɛvɚ wˈuːnd.