text_original: 'Tis said, the gods tried all their art, How pain they might from pleasure part: But little could their strength avail; Both still are fasten'd by the tail; Thus fame and censure with a tether By fate are always link'd together. Why will you aim to be preferr'd In wit before the common herd; And yet grow mortified and vex'd, To pay the penalty annex'd? 'Tis eminence makes envy rise; As fairest fruits attract the flies.
text_transcription: TIS SAID THE GODS TRIED ALL THEIR ART HOW PAIN THEY MIGHT FROM PLEASURE PART BUT LITTLE COULD THEIR STRENGTH AVAIL BOTH STILL ARE FASTEN'D BY THE TAIL THUS FAME AND CENSURE WITH A TETHER BY FATE ARE ALWAYS LINK'D TOGETHER WHY WILL YOU AIM TO BE PREFERRED IN WIT BEFORE THE COMMON HERD AND YET GROW MORTIFIED AND VEXED TO PAY THE PENALTY ANNEX'D TIS EMINENCE MAKES ENVY RISE AS FAIREST FRUITS ATTRACT THE FLIES
phonemes: tˈɪz sˈɛd, ðə ɡˈɑːdz tɹˈaɪd ˈɔːl ðɛɹ ˈɑːɹt, hˌaʊ pˈeɪn ðeɪ mˌaɪt fɹʌm plˈɛʒɚ pˈɑːɹt: bˌʌt lˈɪɾəl kʊd ðɛɹ stɹˈɛŋθ ɐvˈeɪl; bˈoʊθ stˈɪl ɑːɹ fˈæsənd baɪ ðə tˈeɪl; ðˈʌs fˈeɪm ænd sˈɛnʃɚ wɪð ɐ tˈɛðɚ baɪ fˈeɪt ɑːɹ ˈɔːlweɪz lˈɪŋkd təɡˈɛðɚ. wˌaɪ wɪl juː ˈeɪm təbi pɹɪfˈɛɹd ɪn wˈɪt bᵻfˌɔːɹ ðə kˈɑːmən hˈɜːd; ænd jˈɛt ɡɹˈoʊ mˈɔːɹɾᵻfˌaɪd ænd vˈɛksd, tə pˈeɪ ðə pˈɛnəlɾi ˈænɛksd? tˈɪz ˈɛmɪnəns mˌeɪks ˈɛnvi ɹˈaɪz; æz fˈɛɹəst fɹˈuːts ɐtɹˈækt ðə flˈaɪz.