text_original: II We have too long been led astray; Too long have our misguided souls been taught With rules from musty morals brought, 'Tis you must put us in the way; Let us (for shame!) no more be fed With antique relics of the dead, The gleanings of philosophy; Philosophy, the lumber of the schools, The roguery of alchymy; And we, the bubbled fools, Spend all our present life, in hopes of golden rules.
text_transcription: WE HAVE TOO LONG BEEN LED ASTRAY TOO LONG HAVE OUR MISGUIDED SOULS BEEN TAUGHT WITH RULES FROM MUSTY MORALS BROUGHT TIS YOU MUST PUT US IN THE WAY LET US FOR SHAME NO MORE BE FED WITH ANTIQUE RELICS OF THE DEAD THE GLEANINGS OF PHILOSOPHY PHILOSOPHY THE LUMBER OF THE SCHOOLS THE ROGUERY OF ALCHEMY AND WE THE BUBBLED FOOLS SPEND ALL OUR PRESENT LIFE IN HOPES OF GOLDEN RULES
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən tˈuː wiː hæv tˈuː lˈɔŋ bˌɪn lˈɛd ɐstɹˈeɪ; tˈuː lˈɔŋ hæv ˌaʊɚ mɪsɡˈaɪdᵻd sˈoʊlz bˌɪn tˈɔːt wɪð ɹˈuːlz fɹʌm mˈʌsti mˈɔːɹəlz bɹˈɔːt, tˈɪz juː mˈʌst pˌʊt ˌʌs ɪnðə wˈeɪ; lˈɛt ˌʌs (fɔːɹ ʃˈeɪm!) nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ biː fˈɛd wɪð æntˈiːk ɹˈɛlɪks ʌvðə dˈɛd, ðə ɡlˈiːnɪŋz ʌv fɪlˈɑːsəfi; fɪlˈɑːsəfi, ðə lˈʌmbɚɹ ʌvðə skˈuːlz, ðə ɹˈoʊɡɚɹi ʌv ˈæltʃɪmi; ænd wiː, ðə bˈʌbəld fˈuːlz, spˈɛnd ˈɔːl ˌaʊɚ pɹˈɛzənt lˈaɪf, ɪn hˈoʊps ʌv ɡˈoʊldən ɹˈuːlz.