text_original: Less should I daub it o'er with transitory praise, And water colours of these days: These days! where e'en th'extravagance of poetry Is at a loss for figures to express Men's folly, whimseys, and inconstancy, And by a faint description makes them less.
text_transcription: LEST SHOULD I DAUB IT O'ER WITH TRANSITORY PRAISE AND WATER COLORS OF THESE DAYS THESE DAYS WHERE E E N THE EXTRAVAGANCE OF POETRY IS AT A LOSS FOR FIGURES TO EXPRESS MEN'S FOLLY WHIMSIES AND INCONSTANCY AND BY A FAINT DESCRIPTION MAKES THEM LESS
phonemes: lˈɛs ʃˌʊd aɪ dˈɔːb ɪɾ ˈɔːɹ wɪð tɹˈænsɪtˌɔːɹi pɹˈeɪz, ænd wˈɔːɾɚ kˈʌlɚz ʌv ðiːz dˈeɪz: ðiːz dˈeɪz! wˌɛɹ ˈɛən tˌiːˈeɪtʃɛkstɹˈævəɡəns ʌv pˈoʊɪtɹi ɪz æɾə lˈɔs fɔːɹ fˈɪɡjɚz tʊ ɛkspɹˈɛs mˈɛnz fˈɑːli, wˈɪmsiz, ænd ɪŋkˈɑːnstənsi, ænd baɪ ɐ fˈeɪnt dᵻskɹˈɪpʃən mˌeɪks ðˌɛm lˈɛs.