text_original: And when he finds in many a place The great man nothing but a pompous face, Repeats, what once he subtly said Unto a hero's plaster head    A hollow bust, and of enormous size   Praising it with contemptuous eyes, "Fine head," said he, "but without brains." The saving's worth the listener's pains; To many a noble lord the mot applies.
text_transcription: AND WHEN HE FINDS IN MANY A PLACE THE GREAT MAN NOTHING BUT A POMPOUS FACE REPEATS WHAT ONCE HE SUBTLY SAID UNTO A HERO'S PLAST AHEAD A HOLLOW BUST AND OF ENORMOUS SIZE PRAISING IT WITH CONTEMPTUOUS EYES FINE HEAD SAID HE BUT WITHOUT BRAINS THE SAYING'S WORTH THE LISTENER'S PAINS TO MANY A NOBLE LORD THE MORE APPLIES
phonemes: ænd wɛn hiː fˈaɪndz ɪn mˈɛni ɐ plˈeɪs ðə ɡɹˈeɪt mˈæn nˈʌθɪŋ bˌʌt ɐ pˈɑːmpəs fˈeɪs, ɹᵻpˈiːts, wˌʌt wˈʌns hiː sˈʌɾəli sˈɛd ˌʌntʊ ɐ hˈiəɹoʊz plˈæstɚ hˈɛd ɐ hˈɑːloʊ bˈʌst, ænd ʌv ɪnˈɔːɹməs sˈaɪz pɹˈeɪzɪŋ ɪt wɪð kəntˈɛmptʃuːəs ˈaɪz, "fˈaɪn hˈɛd," sˈɛd hiː, "bˌʌt wɪðˌaʊt bɹˈeɪnz." ðə sˈeɪvɪŋz wˈɜːθ ðə lˈɪsənɚz pˈeɪnz; tə mˈɛni ɐ nˈoʊbəl lˈɔːɹd ðə mˈɑːt ɐplˈaɪz.