text_original: I've said enough to make him blush, Methinks, or else the devil's in't; But he cares not for it a rush, Nor for my life will take the hint. But you, my dear, may let him know, In civil language, if he stays, How deep and foul the roads may grow, And that he may command the chaise.
text_transcription: I'VE SAID ENOUGH TO MAKE HIM BLUSH METHINKS OR ELSE THE DEVIL'S INT BUT HE CARES NOT FOR IT A RUSH NOR FOR MY LIFE WILL TAKE THE HINT BUT YOU MY DEAR MAY LET HIM KNOW IN CIVIL LANGUAGE IF HE STAYS HOW DEEP AND FOUL THE ROADS MAY GROW AND THAT HE MAY COMMAND THE CHAISE
phonemes: aɪv sˈɛd ɪnˈʌf tə mˌeɪk hˌɪm blˈʌʃ, miːθˈɪŋks, ɔːɹ ˈɛls ðə dˈɛvəlz ˈɪnt; bˌʌt hiː kˈɛɹz nˌɑːt fɔːɹ ɪɾ ɐ ɹˈʌʃ, nˈɔːɹ fɔːɹ maɪ lˈaɪf wɪl tˈeɪk ðə hˈɪnt. bˌʌt juː, maɪ dˈɪɹ, mˈeɪ lˈɛt hˌɪm nˈoʊ, ɪn sˈɪvəl lˈæŋɡwɪdʒ, ɪf hiː stˈeɪz, hˌaʊ dˈiːp ænd fˈaʊl ðə ɹˈoʊdz mˈeɪ ɡɹˈoʊ, ænd ðæt hiː mˈeɪ kəmˈænd ðə ʃˈeɪz.