text_original: Yet he stood No dupe to Nature in her harlotry. Her guile, her blind injustice and the abrupt Ferocities of chance, but swift to face The unkempt fact, and swift no less to snatch Its honey from illusion's stinging hive — No moth that beat upon Time's enginery.
text_transcription: YET HE STOOD NO DUPE TO NATURE IN HER HARLETREE HER GUILE HER BLIND INJUSTICE AND THE ABRUPT FEROCITIES OF CHANCE BUT SWIFT TO FACE THE UNKEMPT FACT AND SWIFT NO LESS TO SNATCH ITS HONEY FROM ILLUSION'S STINGING HIVE NO MOTH THAT BEAT UPON TIME'S ENGINERI
phonemes: jˈɛt hiː stˈʊd nˈoʊ dˈuːp tə nˈeɪtʃɚɹ ɪn hɜː hˈɑːɹlətɹi. hɜː ɡˈaɪl, hɜː blˈaɪnd ɪndʒˈʌstɪs ænd ðɪ ɐbɹˈʌpt fəɹˈɑːsᵻɾiz ʌv tʃˈæns, bˌʌt swˈɪft tə fˈeɪs ðɪ ʌŋkˈɛmpt fˈækt, ænd swˈɪft nˈoʊ lˈɛs tə snˈætʃ ɪts hˈʌni fɹʌm ɪlˈuːʒənz stˈɪŋɪŋ hˈaɪv — nˈoʊ mˈɑːθ ðæt bˈiːt əpˌɑːn tˈaɪmz ˈɛndʒɪnˌɛɹi.