text_original: ON A PAIR OF DICE We are little brethren twain, Arbiters of loss and gain, Many to our counters run, Some are made, and some undone: But men find it to their cost, Few are made, but numbers lost.
text_transcription: ON A PAIR OF DICE WE ARE LITTLE BRETHREN TWAIN ARBITERS OF LOSS AND GAIN MANY TO OUR COUNTERS RUN SOME ARE MADE AND SOME UNDONE BUT MEN FIND IT TO THEIR COST FEW ARE MADE BUT NUMBERS LOST
phonemes: ˌɔn ɐ pˈɛɹ ʌv dˈaɪs wiː ɑːɹ lˈɪɾəl bɹˈɛðɹən twˈeɪn, ˈɑːɹbɪɾɚz ʌv lˈɔs ænd ɡˈeɪn, mˈɛni tʊ ˌaʊɚ kˈaʊntɚz ɹˈʌn, sˌʌm ɑːɹ mˈeɪd, ænd sˌʌm ʌndˈʌn: bˌʌt mˈɛn fˈaɪnd ɪt tə ðɛɹ kˈɔst, fjˈuː ɑːɹ mˈeɪd, bˌʌt nˈʌmbɚz lˈɔst.