text_original: Come, pay to Jove the feast you owe; Lay down those limbs, with warfare spent, Beneath my laurel; nor be slow To drain my cask; for you 'twas meant.
text_transcription: COME PAY TO JOVE THE FEAST YOU OWE LAY DOWN THOSE LIMBS WITH WARFARE SPENT BENEATH MY LAUREL NOR BE SLOW TO DRAIN MY CASK FOR YOU TWAS MEANT
phonemes: kˈʌm, pˈeɪ tə dʒˈoʊv ðə fˈiːst juː ˈoʊ; lˈeɪ dˌaʊn ðoʊz lˈɪmz, wɪð wˈɔːɹfɛɹ spˈɛnt, bᵻnˌiːθ maɪ lˈɔːɹəl; nˈɔːɹ biː slˈoʊ tə dɹˈeɪn maɪ kˈæsk; fɔːɹ juː twˈɑːz mˈɛnt.