text_original: Perish the Muse's hour thus vainly spent In satire, to my Congreve's praises meant; In how ill season her resentments rule, What's that to her if mankind be a fool?
text_transcription: PERISH THE MUSES HOUR THUS VAINLY SPENT IN SATIRE TO MY CONGREAVE'S PRAISES MEANT IN HOW ILL SEASON HER RESENTMENTS RULE WHAT'S THAT TO HER OF MANKIND BE A FOOL
phonemes: pˈɛɹɪʃ ðə mjˈuːzᵻz ˈaʊɚ ðˈʌs vˈeɪnli spˈɛnt ɪn sˈæɾaɪɚ, tə maɪ kˈɑːŋɡɹɛvz pɹˈeɪzᵻz mˈɛnt; ɪn hˌaʊ ˈɪl sˈiːzən hɜː ɹᵻzˈɛntmənts ɹˈuːl, wˌʌts ðæt tə hɜː ɪf mæŋkˈaɪnd biː ɐ fˈuːl?