text_original: For when, like stupid alchymists, you try To fix this nimble god, This volatile mercury, The subtile spirit all flies up in fume; Nor shall the bubbled virtuoso find More than _fade_ insipid mixture left behind.
text_transcription: FOR WHEN LIKE STUPID ALCHEMISTS YOU TRY TO FIX THIS NIMBLE GOD THIS VOLATILE MERCURY THE SUBTLE SPIRIT ALL FLIES UP IN FUME NOR SHALL THE BUBBLED VIRTUOSO FIND MORE THAN FADE INSIPID MIXTURE LEFT BEHIND
phonemes: fɔːɹ wˈɛn, lˈaɪk stˈuːpɪd ˈæltʃɪmˌɪsts, juː tɹˈaɪ tə fˈɪks ðɪs nˈɪmbəl ɡˈɑːd, ðɪs vˈɑːlɐɾəl mˈɜːkjʊɹi, ðə sˈʌbtaɪl spˈɪɹɪt ˈɔːl flˈaɪz ˌʌp ɪn fjˈuːm; nˈɔːɹ ʃˌæl ðə bˈʌbəld vˌɜːtʃuːˈoʊsoʊ fˈaɪnd mˈɔːɹ ðɐn fˈeɪd ɪnsˈɪpɪd mˈɪkstʃɚ lˈɛft bᵻhˈaɪnd.