text_original: VII The wily shafts of state, those jugglers' tricks, Which we call deep designs and politics, (As in a theatre the ignorant fry, Because the cords escape their eye, Wonder to see the motions fly,) Methinks, when you expose the scene, Down the ill organ'd engines fall; Off fly the vizards, and discover all: How plain I see through the deceit!
text_transcription: THE WILY SHAFTS OF STATE THOSE JUGGLER'S TRICKS WHICH WE CALL DEEP DESIGNS AND POLITICS AS IN A THEATRE THE IGNORANT FRY BECAUSE THE CHORDS ESCAPE THEIR EYE WONDER TO SEE THE MOTIONS FLY METHINKS WHEN YOU EXPOSE THE SCENE DOWN THE ILL ORGANED ENGINES FALL OFF FLY THE VIZARDS AND DISCOVER ALL HOW PLAIN I SEE THROUGH THE DECEIT
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən sˈɛvən ðə wˈaɪli ʃˈæfts ʌv stˈeɪt, ðoʊz dʒˈʌɡlɚz tɹˈɪks, wˌɪtʃ wiː kˈɔːl dˈiːp dɪzˈaɪnz ænd pˈɑːlətˌɪks, (æz ɪn ɐ θˈiəɾɚ ðɪ ˈɪɡnɚɹənt fɹˈaɪ, bɪkˈʌz ðə kˈɔːɹdz ɛskˈeɪp ðɛɹ ˈaɪ, wˈʌndɚ tə sˈiː ðə mˈoʊʃənz flˈaɪ,) miːθˈɪŋks, wˌɛn juː ɛkspˈoʊz ðə sˈiːn, dˌaʊn ðɪ ˈɪl ˈɔːɹɡənd ˈɛndʒɪnz fˈɔːl; ˈɔf flˈaɪ ðə vˈɪzɚdz, ænd dɪskˈʌvɚɹ ˈɔːl: hˌaʊ plˈeɪn aɪ sˈiː θɹuː ðə dᵻsˈiːt!