text_original: — Who brought him to that mirth and state? His betters, see, below him sit, Or hunger hopeless at the gate. Who bade the mud from Dives' wheel To spurn the rags of Lazarus? Come, brother, in that dust we 11 kneel.
text_transcription: WHO BROUGHT HIM TO THAT MIRTH AND STATE HIS BATTERS SEE BELOW HIM SIT OR HUNGER HOPELESS AT THE GATE WHO BADE THE MUD FROM DIVERS WHEEL TO SPURN THE RAGS OF LAZARUS COME BROTHER IN THAT DUST WE'LL KNEEL
phonemes: — hˌuː bɹˈɔːt hˌɪm tə ðæt mˈɜːθ ænd stˈeɪt? hɪz bˈɛɾɚz, sˈiː, bᵻlˌoʊ hˌɪm sˈɪt, ɔːɹ hˈʌŋɡɚ hˈoʊpləs æt ðə ɡˈeɪt. hˌuː bˈeɪd ðə mˈʌd fɹʌm dˈaɪvz wˈiːl tə spˈɜːn ðə ɹˈæɡz ʌv lˈæzɚɹəs? kˈʌm, bɹˈʌðɚ, ɪn ðæt dˈʌst wiː ɪlˈɛvən nˈiːl.