text_original: Through native dross your share is hardly known, And by short views mistook for all their own; So small the gains those from your wit do reap, Who blend it into folly's larger heap, Like the sun's scatter'd beams which loosely pass, When some rough hand breaks the assembling glass. Yet want your critics no just cause to rail, Since knaves are ne'er obliged for what they steal.
text_transcription: THROUGH NATIVE DROSS YOUR SHARE IS HARDLY KNOWN AND BY SHORT VIEWS MISTOOK FOR ALL THEIR OWN SO SMALL THE GAINS THOSE FROM YOUR WIT DO REAP WHO BLEND IT INTO FOLLY'S LARGER HEAP LIKE THE SUN'S SCATTER'D BEAMS WHICH LOOSELY PASS WHEN SOME ROUGH HAND BREAKS THE ASSEMBLING GLASS YET WANT YOUR CRITICS NO JUST CAUSE TO RAIL SINCE KNAVES ARE NEAR OBLIG'D FOR WHAT THEY STEAL
phonemes: θɹuː nˈeɪɾɪv dɹˈɔs jʊɹ ʃˈɛɹ ɪz hˈɑːɹdli nˈoʊn, ænd baɪ ʃˈɔːɹt vjˈuːz mɪstˈʊk fɔːɹ ˈɔːl ðɛɹ ˈoʊn; sˌoʊ smˈɔːl ðə ɡˈeɪnz ðoʊz fɹʌm jʊɹ wˈɪt dˈuː ɹˈiːp, hˌuː blˈɛnd ɪɾ ˌɪntʊ fˈɑːliz lˈɑːɹdʒɚ hˈiːp, lˈaɪk ðə sˈʌnz skˈæɾɚd bˈiːmz wˌɪtʃ lˈuːsli pˈæs, wˌɛn sˌʌm ɹˈʌf hˈænd bɹˈeɪks ðɪ ɐsˈɛmblɪŋ ɡlˈæs. jˈɛt wˈɔnt jʊɹ kɹˈɪɾɪks nˈoʊ dʒˈʌst kˈɔːz tə ɹˈeɪl, sˈɪns nˈeɪvz ɑːɹ nˈɛɹ əblˈaɪdʒd fɔːɹ wʌt ðeɪ stˈiːl.