text_original: So from the pinched soil of a churlish fate, True hearts compel the sap of sturdier growth, So between earth and heaven stand simply great, That these shall seem but their attendants both; For nature's forces with obedient zeal Wait on the rooted faith and oaken will; As quickly the pretender's cheat they feel, And turn mad Pucks to flout and mock him still.
text_transcription: SO FROM THE PINCHED SOIL OF A CHURLISH FATE TRUE HEARTS COMPEL THE SAP OF STURDIER GROWTH SO BETWEEN EARTH AND HEAVEN STAND SIMPLY GREAT THAT THESE SHALL SEEM BUT THEIR ATTENDANTS BOTH FOR NATURE'S FORCES WITH OBEDIENT ZEAL WAIT ON THE ROOTED FAITH AND OAKEN WILL AS QUICKLY THE PRETENDER'S CHEAT THEY FEEL AND TURN MAD PUCKS TO FLOUT AND MOCK HIM STILL
phonemes: sˌoʊ fɹʌmðə pˈɪntʃt sˈɔɪl əvə tʃˈɜːlɪʃ fˈeɪt, tɹˈuː hˈɑːɹts kəmpˈɛl ðə sˈæp ʌv stˈɜːdiɚ ɡɹˈoʊθ, sˌoʊ bᵻtwˌiːn ˈɜːθ ænd hˈɛvən stˈænd sˈɪmpli ɡɹˈeɪt, ðæt ðiːz ʃˌæl sˈiːm bˌʌt ðɛɹ ɐtˈɛndənts bˈoʊθ; fɔːɹ nˈeɪtʃɚz fˈɔːɹsᵻz wɪð oʊbˈiːdiənt zˈiːl wˈeɪt ɔnðə ɹˈuːɾᵻd fˈeɪθ ænd ˈoʊkən wˈɪl; æz kwˈɪkli ðə pɹɪtˈɛndɚz tʃˈiːt ðeɪ fˈiːl, ænd tˈɜːn mˈæd pˈʌks tə flˈaʊt ænd mˈɑːk hˌɪm stˈɪl.