text_original: FABLE II. THE RAVEN AND THE FOX. Master Raven, perched upon a tree, Held in his beak a savoury piece of cheese; Its pleasant odour, borne upon the breeze, Allured Sir Reynard, with his flattery.
text_transcription: FABLE TOO THE RAVEN AND THE FOX MASTER RAVEN PERCHED UPON A TREE HELD IN HIS BEAK A SAVOURY PIECE OF CHEESE ITS PLEASANT ODOR BORNE UPON THE BREEZE ALLURED SIR REYNARD WITH HIS FLATTERY
phonemes: fˈeɪbəl ɹˌoʊmən tˈuː. ðə ɹˈeɪvən ænd ðə fˈɑːks. mˈæstɚ ɹˈeɪvən, pˈɜːtʃt əpˌɑːn ɐ tɹˈiː, hˈɛld ɪn hɪz bˈiːk ɐ sˈeɪvɜːɹi pˈiːs ʌv tʃˈiːz; ɪts plˈɛzənt ˈoʊdɚ, bˈɔːɹn əpˌɑːn ðə bɹˈiːz, ɐlˈʊɹd sˌɜː ɹˈeɪnɑːɹd, wɪð hɪz flˈæɾɚɹi.