text_original: IX Philosophy, as it before us lies, Seems to have borrow'd some ungrateful taste Of doubts, impertinence, and niceties, From every age through which it pass'd, But always with a stronger relish of the last.
text_transcription: PHILOSOPHY AS IT IS BEFORE US LIES SEEMS TO HAVE BORROWED SOME UNGRATEFUL TASTE OF DOUBTS IMPERTINENCE AND NICETIES FROM EVERY AGE THROUGH WHICH IT PASSED BUT ALWAYS WITH A STRONGER RELISH OF THE LAST
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən nˈaɪn fɪlˈɑːsəfi, æz ɪt bᵻfˌɔːɹ ˌʌs lˈaɪz, sˈiːmz tə hæv bˈɑːɹoʊd sˌʌm ʌŋɡɹˈeɪtfəl tˈeɪst ʌv dˈaʊts, ɪmpˈɜːtɪnəns, ænd nˈaɪsəɾiz, fɹʌm ˈɛvɹi ˈeɪdʒ θɹuː wˌɪtʃ ɪt pˈæsd, bˌʌt ˈɔːlweɪz wɪð ɐ stɹˈɔŋɡɚ ɹˈɛlɪʃ ʌvðə lˈæst.