text_original: O spendthrift, haste! await the Gods; Their nectar crowns the lips of Patience; Haste scatters on unthankful sods The immortal gift in vain libations.
text_transcription: O SPENDTHRIFT HASTE AWAIT THE GODS THEIR NECTAR CROWNS THE LIPS OF PATIENCE HASTE SCATTERS ON UNTHANKFUL SODS THE IMMORTAL GIFT IN VAIN LIBATIONS
phonemes: ˈoʊ spˈɛndθɹɪft, hˈeɪst! ɐwˈeɪt ðə ɡˈɑːdz; ðɛɹ nˈɛktɚ kɹˈaʊnz ðə lˈɪps ʌv pˈeɪʃəns; hˈeɪst skˈæɾɚz ˌɔn ʌnθˈæŋkfəl sˈɑːdz ðɪ ɪmˈɔːɹɾəl ɡˈɪft ɪn vˈeɪn lɪbˈeɪʃənz.