text_original: The wits, I mean the atheists of the age, Who fain would rule the pulpit, as they do the stage, Wondrous refiners of philosophy, Of morals and divinity, By the new modish system of reducing all to sense, Against all logic, and concluding laws, Do own th'effects of Providence, And yet deny the cause.
text_transcription: THE WITS I MEAN THE ATHEISTS OF THE AGE WHO FAIN WOULD RULE THE PULPIT AS THEY DO THE STAGE WONDROUS REFINERS OF PHILOSOPHY OF MORALS AND DIVINITY BY THE NEW MODISH SYSTEM OF REDUCING ALL TO SENSE AGAINST ALL LOGIC AND CONCLUDING LAWS DO OWN THE EFFECTS OF PROVIDENCE AND YET DENY THE CAUSE
phonemes: ðə wˈɪts, aɪ mˈiːn ðɪ ˈeɪθɪˌɪsts ʌvðɪ ˈeɪdʒ, hˌuː fˈeɪn wʊd ɹˈuːl ðə pˈʌlpɪt, æz ðeɪ dˈuː ðə stˈeɪdʒ, wˈʌndɹəs ɹᵻfˈɪnɚz ʌv fɪlˈɑːsəfi, ʌv mˈɔːɹəlz ænd dᵻvˈɪnᵻɾi, baɪ ðə nˈuː mˈɑːdɪʃ sˈɪstəm ʌv ɹᵻdˈuːsɪŋ ˈɔːl tə sˈɛns, ɐɡˈɛnst ˈɔːl lˈɑːdʒɪk, ænd kəŋklˈuːdɪŋ lˈɔːz, dˈuː ˈoʊn tˌiːˈeɪtʃɪfˈɛkts ʌv pɹˈɑːvɪdəns, ænd jˈɛt dᵻnˈaɪ ðə kˈɔːz.