text_original: II. Not boundless Heaps of its admired Clay, } Ah, too successful to betray, } When spread in our fraile Vertues way: } For few do run with so Resolv'd a Pace, That for the Golden Apple will not loose the Race.
text_transcription: NOT BOUNDLESS HEAPS OF ITS ADMIR'D CLAY AH TOO SUCCESSFUL TO BETRAY WHEN SPREAD IN OUR FRAIL VIRTUE'S WEIGH FOR FEW DO RUN WITH SO RESOLV'D A PACE THAT FOR THE GOLDEN APPLE WILL NOT LOOSE THE RACE
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən tˈuː. nˌɑːt bˈaʊndləs hˈiːps ʌv ɪts ɐdmˈaɪɚd klˈeɪ, } ˈɑː, tˈuː səksˈɛsfəl tə bᵻtɹˈeɪ, } wˌɛn spɹˈɛd ɪn ˌaʊɚ fɹˈeɪl vˈɜːtʃuːz wˈeɪ: } fɔːɹ fjˈuː dˈuː ɹˈʌn wɪð sˌoʊ ɹᵻzˈɑːlvd ɐ pˈeɪs, ðæt fɚðə ɡˈoʊldən ˈæpəl wɪl nˌɑːt lˈuːs ðə ɹˈeɪs.