text_original: He was a bold, vain fellow. "My beauty," says he, as we sat at supper, "silver and Wedgwood better become you than pewter and a trencher." "And I reckon a rope would sit better on your neck than a ruff," retorted Polly Ann, while the company shouted with laughter.
text_transcription: HE WAS A BOLD VAIN FELLOW MY BEAUTY SAYS HE AS WE SAID AT SUPPER SILVER AND WEDGE WOULD BETTER BECOME YOU THAN PEWTER AND TRENCHER AND I RECKON A ROPE WOULD SIT BETTER ON YOUR NECK THAN A RUFF RETORTED POLLYANNE WHILE THE COMPANY SHOUTED WITH LAUGHTER
phonemes: hiː wʌzɐ bˈoʊld, vˈeɪn fˈɛloʊ. "maɪ bjˈuːɾi," sˈɛz hiː, æz wiː sˈæt æt sˈʌpɚ, "sˈɪlvɚɹ ænd wˈɛdʒwʊd bˈɛɾɚ bɪkˌʌm juː ðɐn pjˈuːɾɚ ænd ɐ tɹˈɛntʃɚ." "ænd aɪ ɹˈɛkən ɐ ɹˈoʊp wʊd sˈɪt bˈɛɾɚɹ ˌɔn jʊɹ nˈɛk ðˌænɚ ɹˈʌf," ɹᵻtˈɔːɹɾᵻd pˈɑːli ˈæn, wˌaɪl ðə kˈʌmpəni ʃˈaʊɾᵻd wɪð lˈæftɚ.