text_original: _Alex._ Thus do our Priests of Heavenly Pastures tell, Eternal Groves, all Earthly, that excel: And think to wean us from our Loves below, By dazling Objects which we cannot know.
text_transcription: ALEXIS THUS DO OUR PRIESTS OF HEAVENLY PASTURES TELL ETERNAL GROVES ALL EARTHLY THAT EXCEL AND THINK TO WEAN US FROM OUR LOVES BELOW BY DAZZLING OBJECTS WHICH WE CANNOT KNOW
phonemes: ˈælɪks.ðˈʌs dˈuː ˌaʊɚ pɹˈiːsts ʌv hˈɛvənli pˈæstʃɚz tˈɛl, ɪtˈɜːnəl ɡɹˈoʊvz, ˈɔːl ˈɜːθli, ðæt ɛksˈɛl: ænd θˈɪŋk tə wˈiːn ˌʌs fɹʌm ˌaʊɚ lˈʌvz bᵻlˈoʊ, baɪ dˈæzlɪŋ ˈɑːbdʒɛkts wˌɪtʃ wiː kænˈɑːt nˈoʊ.