text_original: Though patched and powdered poets could not taste Thy limpid sweetness, and exposed thy fame To meet the leering Frenchman's cynic air, Thy love was fair without brocade or paste, Thyself too great to need a gilded name; Thy Comedy and God survive Voltaire.
text_transcription: THOUGH PATCHED AND POWDERED POETS COULD NOT TASTE THY LIMPID SWEETNESS AND EXPOSE THY FAME TO MEET THE LEERING FRENCHMAN'S CYNIC AIR THY LOVE WAS FAIR WITHOUT BROCADE OR PASTE THYSELF TOO GREAT TO NEED A GILDED NAME THY COMEDY AND GOD SURVIVE VOLTAIRE
phonemes: ðˌoʊ pˈætʃt ænd pˈaʊdɚd pˈoʊɪts kʊd nˌɑːt tˈeɪst ðˌaɪ lˈɪmpɪd swˈiːtnəs, ænd ɛkspˈoʊzd ðˌaɪ fˈeɪm tə mˈiːt ðə lˈɪɹɪŋ fɹˈɛntʃmənz sˈɪnɪk ˈɛɹ, ðˌaɪ lˈʌv wʌz fˈɛɹ wɪðˌaʊt bɹəkˈeɪd ɔːɹ pˈeɪst, ðaɪsˈɛlf tˈuː ɡɹˈeɪt tə nˈiːd ɐ ɡˈɪldᵻd nˈeɪm; ðˌaɪ kˈɑːmədi ænd ɡˈɑːd sɚvˈaɪv voʊltˈɛɹ.