text_original: Nor tax the goddess of a mean design To praise your parts by publishing of mine; That be my thought when some large bulky writ Shows in the front the ambition of my wit; There to surmount what bears me up, and sing Like the victorious wren perch'd on the eagle's wing. This could I do, and proudly o'er him tower, Were my desires but heighten'd to my power.
text_transcription: NOR TAX THE GODDESS OF A MEAN DESIGN TO PRAISE YOUR PARTS BY PUBLISHING OF MINE THAT BE MY THOUGHT WHEN SOME LARGE BULKY WRIT SHOWS IN THE FRONT THE AMBITION OF MY WIT THERE TO SURMOUNT WHAT BEARS ME UP AND SING LIKE THE VICTORIOUS WREN PERCHED ON THE EAGLE'S WING THIS COULD I DO AND PROUDLY O'ER HIM TOWER WHERE MY DESIRES BUT HEIGHTENED TO MY POWER
phonemes: nˈɔːɹ tˈæks ðə ɡˈɑːdəs əvə mˈiːn dɪzˈaɪn tə pɹˈeɪz jʊɹ pˈɑːɹts baɪ pˈʌblɪʃɪŋ ʌv mˈaɪn; ðæt biː maɪ θˈɔːt wɛn sˌʌm lˈɑːɹdʒ bˈʌlki ɹˈɪt ʃˈoʊz ɪnðə fɹˈʌnt ðɪ æmbˈɪʃən ʌv maɪ wˈɪt; ðɛɹ tə sɚmˈaʊnt wʌt bˈɛɹz mˌiː ˈʌp, ænd sˈɪŋ lˈaɪk ðə vɪktˈɔːɹiəs ɹˈɛn pˈɜːtʃd ɔnðɪ ˈiːɡəlz wˈɪŋ. ðɪs kʊd aɪ dˈuː, ænd pɹˈaʊdli ˈɔːɹ hˌɪm tˈaʊɚ, wɜː maɪ dɪzˈaɪɚz bˌʌt hˈaɪʔn̩d tə maɪ pˈaʊɚ.