text_original: An Ass, with relics loaded, thought the crowd Knelt down to him, and straightway grew so proud; He took to his own merit, without qualms, Even the incense and loud chaunted psalms, Some one, to undeceive him, wisely said   "A foolish vanity has turned your head: They not to you, but to the idol pray; Where glory's due, there they the honour pay."
text_transcription: AN S WITH RELICS LOADED THOUGHT THE CROWD KNELT DOWN TO HIM AND STRAIGHTWAY GREW SO PROUD HE TOOK TO HIS OWN MERIT WITHOUT QUALMS EVEN THE INCENSE AND LOUD CHAUNTED PSALMS SOME ONE TO UNDECEIVE HIM WISELY SAID A FOOLISH VANITY HAS TURNED YOUR HEAD THEY NOT TO YOU BUT TO THE IDLE PRAY WHERE GLORY'S DUE THERE THEY THE HONOR PAY
phonemes: ɐn ˈæs, wɪð ɹˈɛlɪks lˈoʊdᵻd, θˈɔːt ðə kɹˈaʊd nˈɛlt dˈaʊn tə hˌɪm, ænd stɹˈeɪtweɪ ɡɹˈuː sˌoʊ pɹˈaʊd; hiː tˈʊk tə hɪz ˈoʊn mˈɛɹɪt, wɪðˌaʊt kwˈɑːmz, ˈiːvən ðɪ ˈɪnsɛns ænd lˈaʊd tʃˈɔːntᵻd sˈɑːmz, sˈʌmwʌn, tʊ ˌʌndᵻsˈiːv hˌɪm, wˈaɪzli sˈɛd   "ɐ fˈuːlɪʃ vˈænᵻɾi hɐz tˈɜːnd jʊɹ hˈɛd: ðeɪ nˌɑːt tə juː, bˌʌt tə ðɪ ˈaɪdəl pɹˈeɪ; wˌɛɹ ɡlˈɔːɹiz dˈuː, ðɛɹ ðeɪ ðɪ ˈɑːnɚ pˈeɪ."