text_original: It set at naught the eternal laws of truth and simplicity, of temperance and order. In poetry and but the art music it was full of conceits and affecta  tions, straining after the fantastic.
text_transcription: IT SET AT NAUGHT THE ETERNAL LAWS OF TRUTH AND SIMPLICITY OF TEMPERANCE AND ORDER IN POETRY AND MUSIC IT WAS FULL OF CONCEITS AND AFFECTATIONS STRAINING AFTER THE FANTASTIC
phonemes: ɪt sˈɛt æt nˈɔːt ðɪ ɪtˈɜːnəl lˈɔːz ʌv tɹˈuːθ ænd sɪmplˈɪsᵻɾi, ʌv tˈɛmpɚɹəns ænd ˈɔːɹdɚ. ɪn pˈoʊɪtɹi ænd bˌʌt ðɪ ˈɑːɹt mjˈuːzɪk ɪt wʌz fˈʊl ʌv kənsˈiːts ænd ɐfˈɛktə tɪˈɑːnz, stɹˈeɪnɪŋ ˈæftɚ ðə fæntˈæstɪk.