text_original: Take those iambics which I wrote, When anger made me piping hot, And give them to your cook, To singe your fowl, or save your paste The next time when you have a feast; They'll save you many a book.
text_transcription: TAKE THOSE I AMBICS WHICH I WROTE WHEN ANGER MADE ME PIPING HOT AND GIVE THEM TO YOUR COOK TO SINGE YOUR FOWL OR SAVE YOUR PASTE THE NEXT TIME WHEN YOU HAVE EFFAST THEY'LL SAVE YOU MANY A BOOK
phonemes: tˈeɪk ðoʊz aɪˈæmbɪks wˌɪtʃ aɪ ɹˈoʊt, wˌɛn ˈæŋɡɚ mˌeɪd mˌiː pˈaɪpɪŋ hˈɑːt, ænd ɡˈɪv ðˌɛm tə jʊɹ kˈʊk, tə sˈɪndʒ jʊɹ fˈaʊl, ɔːɹ sˈeɪv jʊɹ pˈeɪst ðə nˈɛkst tˈaɪm wɛn juː hæv ɐ fˈiːst; ðeɪl sˈeɪv juː mˈɛni ɐ bˈʊk.