text_original: Go, little flutt'rer! seek thy feather'd loves, And leave a wretched mourner to his woe; Seek out the bow'rs of bliss, seek happier groves, Nor here unheeded let thy music flow.
text_transcription: GO LITTLE FLUTTERER SEEK THY FEATHERED LOVES AND LEAVE A WRETCHED MOURNER TO HIS WOE SEEK OUT THE BOUGHS OF BLISS SEEK HAPPIER GROVES NOR HEAR UNHEEDED LET THY MUSIC FLOW
phonemes: ɡˈoʊ, lˈɪɾəl flˈʌtɹə! sˈiːk ðˌaɪ fˈɛðɚd lˈʌvz, ænd lˈiːv ɐ ɹˈɛtʃᵻd mˈɔːɹnɚ tə hɪz wˈoʊ; sˈiːk ˈaʊt ðə bˈoʊrz ʌv blˈɪs, sˈiːk hˈæpɪɚ ɡɹˈoʊvz, nˈɔːɹ hˈɪɹ ʌnhˈiːdᵻd lˈɛt ðˌaɪ mjˈuːzɪk flˈoʊ.