text_original: But better pleased thee Hymettus, Fresh with the twenty brooks whose banks smelt to heaven of thyme; Better pleased thee on Hymettus the nimble limbed, mortal huntsman, Who with the buskined foot pressed the first dews of the morn.
text_transcription: BUT BETTER PLEASED THEE HIGH MATTERS FRESH WITH THE TWENTY BROOKS WHOSE BANKS SMELT TO HEAVEN OF TIME BETTER PLEASED THEE ON HIGH MATTERS THE NIMBLE LIMBED MORTAL HUNTSMEN WHO WITH THE BUSKIN FOOT PRESSED THE FIRST DEWS OF THE MORN
phonemes: bˌʌt bˈɛɾɚ plˈiːzd ðiː hˈaɪmɛɾəs, fɹˈɛʃ wɪððə twˈɛnti bɹˈʊks hˌuːz bˈæŋks smˈɛlt tə hˈɛvən ʌv tˈaɪm; bˈɛɾɚ plˈiːzd ðiː ˌɔn hˈaɪmɛɾəs ðə nˈɪmbəl lˈɪmd, mˈɔːɹɾəl hˈʌntsmən, hˌuː wɪððə bˈʌskaɪnd fˈʊt pɹˈɛst ðə fˈɜːst dˈuːz ʌvðə mˈɔːɹn.