text_original: On the fair stage my scenic toils I raise, While each is free to censure or to praise; And there, unaided by inferior arts, I snatch the applause that rushes from their hearts.
text_transcription: ON THE FAIR STAGE MY CENIC TOILS I RAISE WHILE EACH IS FREE TO CENSURE OR TO PRAISE AND THERE UNAIDED BY INFERIOR ARTS I SNATCH THE APPLAUSE THAT RUSHES FROM THEIR HEARTS
phonemes: ɔnðə fˈɛɹ stˈeɪdʒ maɪ sˈiːnɪk tˈɔɪlz aɪ ɹˈeɪz, wˌaɪl ˈiːtʃ ɪz fɹˈiː tə sˈɛnʃɚ ɔːɹ tə pɹˈeɪz; ænd ðˈɛɹ, ʌnˈeɪdᵻd baɪ ɪnfˈɪɹiɚɹ ˈɑːɹts, aɪ snˈætʃ ðɪ ɐplˈɔːz ðæt ɹˈʌʃᵻz fɹʌm ðɛɹ hˈɑːɹts.