text_original: 1726 Quoth the thief to the dog, let me into your door And I'll give you these delicate bits. Quoth the dog, I shall then be more villain than you're, And besides must be out of my wits.
text_transcription: SIX QUOTH THE THIEF TO THE DOG LET ME INTO YOUR DOOR AND I'LL GIVE YOU THESE DELICATE BITS QUOTH THE DOG I SHALL THEN BE MORE VI VILLAIN THAN YOUR AND BESIDES MUST BE OUT OF MY WITS
phonemes: wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd sˈɛvənhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti sˈɪks kwˈoʊθ ðə θˈiːf tə ðə dˈɑːɡ, lˈɛt mˌiː ˌɪntʊ jʊɹ dˈɔːɹ ænd aɪl ɡˈɪv juː ðiːz dˈɛlᵻkət bˈɪts. kwˈoʊθ ðə dˈɑːɡ, aɪʃˌɐl ðˈɛn biː mˈɔːɹ vˈɪlən ðɐn jʊɹ, ænd bᵻsˌaɪdz mˈʌst biː ˌaʊɾəv maɪ wˈɪts.