text_original: Thus, when the learned and the wise Conceal their talents from our eyes, And from deserving friends withhold Their gifts, as misers do their gold; Their knowledge to themselves confined Is the same avarice of mind; Nor makes their conversation better, Than if they never knew a letter.
text_transcription: THUS WHEN THE LEARNED AND THE WISE CONCEAL THEIR TALENTS FROM OUR EYES AND FROM DESERVING FRIENDS WITHHOLD THEIR GIFTS AS MISERS DO THEIR GOLD THEIR KNOWLEDGE TO THEMSELVES CONFINED IS THE SAME AVARICE OF MIND NOR MAKES THEIR CONVERSATION BETTER THAN IF THEY NEVER KNEW A LETTER
phonemes: ðˈʌs, wˌɛn ðə lˈɜːnᵻd ænd ðə wˈaɪz kənsˈiːl ðɛɹ tˈælənts fɹʌm ˌaʊɚɹ ˈaɪz, ænd fɹʌm dɪzˈɜːvɪŋ fɹˈɛndz wɪðhˈoʊld ðɛɹ ɡˈɪfts, æz mˈaɪzɚz dˈuː ðɛɹ ɡˈoʊld; ðɛɹ nˈɑːlɪdʒ tə ðɛmsˈɛlvz kənfˈaɪnd ɪz ðə sˈeɪm ˈævɚɹɪs ʌv mˈaɪnd; nˈɔːɹ mˌeɪks ðɛɹ kɑːnvɚsˈeɪʃən bˈɛɾɚ, ðɐn ɪf ðeɪ nˈɛvɚ nˈuː ɐ lˈɛɾɚ.