text_original: I in plenty here On endives, mallows, succory dine. O grant me, Phoebus, calm content, Strength unimpair'd, a mind entire, Old age without dishonour spent, Nor unbefriended by the lyre!
text_transcription: I IN PLENTY HERE OND KNIVES MELLOWS SUCCOURY DINE OH GRANT ME FEVERS CALM CONTENT STRENGTH UNIMPAIRED A MIND ENTIRE OLD AGE WITHOUT DISHONOUR SPENT NOR UNBEFRIENDED BY THE LIAR
phonemes: aɪ ɪn plˈɛnti hˈɪɹ ˌɔn ɛndˈɪvz, mˈæloʊz, sˈʌkɚɹi dˈaɪn. ˈoʊ ɡɹˈænt mˌiː, fˈoʊbəs, kˈɑːm kˈɑːntɛnt, stɹˈɛŋθ ˌʌnɪmpˈɛɹd, ɐ mˈaɪnd ɛntˈaɪɚ, ˈoʊld ˈeɪdʒ wɪðˌaʊt dɪsˈɑːnɚ spˈɛnt, nˈɔːɹ ʌnbᵻfɹˈɛndᵻd baɪ ðə lˈaɪɚ!