text_original: I offer'd up, nor didst thou them refuse. O Queen of Verse, said I, if thou'lt inspire, And warm my Soul with thy Poetique Fire, No Love of Gold shall share with thee my Heart, Or yet Ambition in my Brest have Part, More Rich, more Noble I will ever hold The _Muses_ Laurel, than a Crown of Gold.
text_transcription: I OFFERED UP NOR DIDST THOU THEN REFUSE O QUEEN OF VERSE SAID I IF THOU'LT INSPIRE AND WARM MY SOUL WITH THY POETIC FIRE NO LOVE OF GOLD SHALL SHARE WITH THEE MY HEART OR YET AMBITION IN MY BREAST HAVE PART MORE RICH MORE NOBLE I WILL EVER HOLD THEE MUSES LAUREL THAN A CROWN OF GOLD
phonemes: aɪ ˈɔfɚd ˈʌp, nˈɔːɹ dˈɪdst ðˈaʊ ðˌɛm ɹᵻfjˈuːz. ˈoʊ kwˈiːn ʌv vˈɜːs, sˈɛd ˈaɪ, ɪf θˈaʊlt ɪnspˈaɪɚ, ænd wˈɔːɹm maɪ sˈoʊl wɪð ðˌaɪ pˌoʊɪtˈiːk fˈaɪɚ, nˈoʊ lˈʌv ʌv ɡˈoʊld ʃˌæl ʃˈɛɹ wɪð ðiː maɪ hˈɑːɹt, ɔːɹ jˈɛt æmbˈɪʃən ɪn maɪ bɹˈɛst hæv pˈɑːɹt, mˈɔːɹ ɹˈɪtʃ, mˈɔːɹ nˈoʊbəl aɪ wɪl ˈɛvɚ hˈoʊld ðə mjˈuːzᵻz lˈɔːɹəl, ðˌænə kɹˈaʊn ʌv ɡˈoʊld.