text_original: Peace shall repay you with a draft divine. Tho' toil and time be now by them surpast, Exact the recompense they take at last — These genii of the vials, wreaking still Their sorceries on human sense and will.
text_transcription: PEACE SHALL REPAY YOU WITH A DRAFT DIVINE THOUGH TOIL AND TIME BE NOW BY THEM SURPASSED EXACTAR RECOMPENSE THEY TAKE AT LAST THESE GENIE OF THE VILES WREAKING STILL THEIR SORCERIES ON HUMAN SENSE AND WILL
phonemes: pˈiːs ʃˌæl ɹᵻpˈeɪ juː wɪð ɐ dɹˈæft dᵻvˈaɪn. ðˈoʊ tˈɔɪl ænd tˈaɪm biː nˈaʊ baɪ ðˌɛm sɚpˈæst, ɛɡzˈækt ðə ɹˈɛkəmpˌɛns ðeɪ tˈeɪk æt lˈæst — ðiːz dʒˈiːnɪˌaɪ ʌvðə vˈaɪəlz, ɹˈiːkɪŋ stˈɪl ðɛɹ sˈɔːɹsɚɹiz ˌɔn hjˈuːmən sˈɛns ænd wˈɪl.