text_original: You follow where we please to guide; O'er all your passions we preside, Can raise them up, or sink them down, As we think fit to smile or frown: And, just as we dispose your brain, Are witty, dull, rejoice, complain. Compare us then to female race! We, to whom all the gods give place!
text_transcription: YOU FOLLOW WHERE WE PLEASE TO GUIDE OR ALL YOUR PASSIONS WE PRESIDE CAN RAISE THEM UP OR SINK THEM DOWN AS WE THINK FIT TO SMILE OR FROWN AND JUST AS WE DISPOSE YOUR BRAIN OUR WITTY DULL REJOICE COMPLAIN COMPARE US THEN TO FEMALE RACE WE TO WHOM ALL THE GODS GIVE PLACE
phonemes: juː fˈɑːloʊ wˌɛɹ wiː plˈiːz tə ɡˈaɪd; ˈɔːɹ ˈɔːl jʊɹ pˈæʃənz wiː pɹɪsˈaɪd, kæn ɹˈeɪz ðˌɛm ˈʌp, ɔːɹ sˈɪŋk ðˌɛm dˈaʊn, æz wiː θˈɪŋk fˈɪt tə smˈaɪl ɔːɹ fɹˈaʊn: ænd, dʒˈʌst æz wiː dɪspˈoʊz jʊɹ bɹˈeɪn, ɑːɹ wˈɪɾi, dˈʌl, ɹᵻdʒˈɔɪs, kəmplˈeɪn. kəmpˈɛɹ ˌʌs ðˈɛn tə fˈiːmeɪl ɹˈeɪs! wiː, tə hˈuːm ˈɔːl ðə ɡˈɑːdz ɡˈɪv plˈeɪs!