text_original: And what art thou, own brother of the clod, That from his hand the crook wouldst snatch away And shake instead thy dry and sapless rod, To scare the sheep out of the wholesome day?
text_transcription: AND WHAT ART THOU O BROTHER OF THE CLOD THAT FROM HIS HAND THE CROOK WOULD SNATCH AWAY AND SHAKE INSTEAD THY DRY AND SAPLESS ROD TO SCARE THE SHEEP OUT OF THE WHOLESOME DAY
phonemes: ænd wʌt ˈɑːɹt ðˈaʊ, ˈoʊn bɹˈʌðɚɹ ʌvðə klˈɑːd, ðæt fɹʌm hɪz hˈænd ðə kɹˈʊk wʊdst snˈætʃ ɐwˈeɪ ænd ʃˈeɪk ɪnstˈɛd ðˌaɪ dɹˈaɪ ænd sˈæpləs ɹˈɑːd, tə skˈɛɹ ðə ʃˈiːp ˌaʊɾəv ðə hˈoʊlsʌm dˈeɪ?