text_original: Thy fame for ever shall endure, Who after death can love secure at sight. So far I thought it was my duty To dwell upon thy boasted beauty; Now I'll proceed: a word or two t' ye in answer To that part where you carry on This paradox, that rock and stone In your opinion, are all one: How can, sir, A man of reasoning so profound So stupidly be run a ground, As things so different to confound t'our senses?
text_transcription: THY FAME FOR EVER SHALL ENDURE WHO AFTER DEATH CAN LOVE SECURE AT SIGHT SO FAR I THOUGHT IT WAS MY DUTY TO DWELL UPON THY BOASTED BEAUTY NOW I'LL PROCEED A WORD OR TWO T IN ANSWER TO THAT PART WHERE YOU CARRY ON THIS PARADOX THAT ROCK AND STONE IN YOUR OPINION ALL ARE ONE HOW CAN SIR A MAN OF REASONING SO PROFOUND SO STUPIDLY BE RUN AGROUND AS THINGS SO DIFFERENT TO CONFOUND TAR SENSES
phonemes: ðˌaɪ fˈeɪm fɔːɹ ˈɛvɚ ʃˌæl ɛndˈʊɹ, hˌuː ˈæftɚ dˈɛθ kæn lˈʌv sᵻkjˈʊɹ æt sˈaɪt. sˈoʊ fˌɑːɹ aɪ θˈɔːt ɪt wʌz maɪ dˈuːɾi tə dwˈɛl əpˌɑːn ðˌaɪ bˈoʊstᵻd bjˈuːɾi; nˈaʊ aɪl pɹəsˈiːd: ɐ wˈɜːd ɔːɹ tˈuː tˈiː jiː ɪn ˈænsɚ tə ðæt pˈɑːɹt wˌɛɹ juː kˈæɹi ˌɔn ðɪs pˈæɹədˌɑːks, ðæt ɹˈɑːk ænd stˈoʊn ɪn jʊɹ əpˈɪniən, ɑːɹ ˈɔːl wˌʌn: hˌaʊ kˈæn, sˌɜː, ɐ mˈæn ʌv ɹˈiːzənɪŋ sˌoʊ pɹəfˈaʊnd sˌoʊ stˈuːpɪdli biː ɹˈʌn ɐ ɡɹˈaʊnd, æz θˈɪŋz sˌoʊ dˈɪfɹənt tə kənfˈaʊnd tˈiːˈɜː sˈɛnsᵻz?