text_original: V. But Friendship fain would yet itself defend, And Mighty Things it does pretend, To be of this Sad Journey, Life, the Baite, The sweet Refection of our toylsome State.
text_transcription: BUT FRIENDSHIP FAIN WOULD YET ITSELF DEFEND AND MIGHTY THINGS IT DOES PRETEND TO BE OF THIS SAD JOURNEY LIFE THE BAIT THE SWEET REFLECTION OF OUR TOILSOME STATE
phonemes: vˈiː. bˌʌt fɹˈɛndʃɪp fˈeɪn wʊd jˈɛt ɪtsˈɛlf dᵻfˈɛnd, ænd mˈaɪɾi θˈɪŋz ɪt dˈʌz pɹɪtˈɛnd, təbi ʌv ðɪs sˈæd dʒˈɜːni, lˈaɪf, ðə bˈeɪt, ðə swˈiːt ɹᵻfˈɛkʃən ʌv ˌaʊɚ tˈɔɪlsʌm stˈeɪt.