text_original: VII But zeal is weak and ignorant, though wondrous proud, Though very turbulent and very loud; The crazy composition shows, Like that fantastic medley in the idol's toes, Made up of iron mixt with clay, This crumbles into dust, That moulders into rust, Or melts by the first shower away.
text_transcription: BUT ZEAL IS WEAK AND IGNORANT THOUGH WONDROUS PROUD THOUGH VERY TURBULENT AND VERY LOUD THE CRAZY COMPOSITION SHOWS LIKE THAT FANTASTIC MEDLEY IN THE IDOL'S TOES MADE UP OF IRON MIXED WITH CLAY THIS CRUMBLES INTO DUST THAT MOULDERS INTO RUST OR MELTS BY THE FIRST SHOWER AWAY
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən sˈɛvən bˌʌt zˈiːl ɪz wˈiːk ænd ˈɪɡnɚɹənt, ðˌoʊ wˈʌndɹəs pɹˈaʊd, ðˌoʊ vˈɛɹi tˈɜːbjʊlənt ænd vˈɛɹi lˈaʊd; ðə kɹˈeɪzi kˌɑːmpəzˈɪʃən ʃˈoʊz, lˈaɪk ðæt fæntˈæstɪk mˈɛdli ɪnðɪ ˈaɪdəlz tˈoʊz, mˌeɪd ˌʌp ʌv ˈaɪɚn mˈɪkst wɪð klˈeɪ, ðɪs kɹˈʌmbəlz ˌɪntʊ dˈʌst, ðæt mˈoʊldɚz ˌɪntʊ ɹˈʌst, ɔːɹ mˈɛlts baɪ ðə fˈɜːst ʃˈaʊɚɹ ɐwˈeɪ.