text_original: Like _Esops_ Painted Jay I seem'd to all, Adorn'd in Plumes, I not my own could call: Rifl'd like her, each one my Feathers tore, And, as they thought, unto the Owner bore.
text_transcription: LIKE AESOPS PAINTED JAY I SEEM'D TO ALL ADORN'D IN PLUMES I NOT MY OWN COULD CALL RIFL'D LIKE HER EACH ONE MY FEATHERS TORE AND AS THEY THOUGHT UNTO THE OWNER BORE
phonemes: lˈaɪk ˈɛsəps pˈeɪntᵻd dʒˈeɪ aɪ sˈiːmd tʊ ˈɔːl, ɐdˈɔːɹnd ɪn plˈuːmz, aɪ nˌɑːt maɪ ˈoʊn kʊd kˈɔːl: ɹˈaɪfəld lˈaɪk hɜː, ˈiːtʃ wˈʌn maɪ fˈɛðɚz tˈɔːɹ, ænd, æz ðeɪ θˈɔːt, ˌʌntʊ ðɪ ˈoʊnɚ bˈɔːɹ.