text_original: If Robin brings the ladies word, The coach is come, I 'scape a third; If not, why then I fall a talking How sweet a night it is for walking; For in all conscience, were my treasure able, I'd think a quart a piece unreasonable; It strikes eleven,  get out of doors.   This is my constant farewell Yours, J. S. October 18, 1724, nine in the morning. You had best hap yourself up in a chair, and dine with me than with the provost.
text_transcription: IF ROBIN BRINGS THE LADY'S WORD THE COACH IS COME I SCAPE A THIRD IF NOT WHY THEN I FALL A TALKING HOW SWEET A NIGHT IT IS FOR WALKING FOR IN ALL CONSCIENCE WERE MY TREASURABLE I THINK A QUART A PIECE UNREASONABLE IT STRIKES ELEVEN GET OUT OF DOORS THIS IS MY CONSTANT FAREWELL YOURS OCTOBER EIGHTEENTH SEVENTEEN TWENTY FOUR NINE IN THE MORNING YOU HAD BEST HAP YOURSELF UP IN A CHAIR AND DINE WITH ME THAN WITH THE PROVOST
phonemes: ɪf ɹˈɑːbɪn bɹˈɪŋz ðə lˈeɪdiz wˈɜːd, ðə kˈoʊtʃ ɪz kˈʌm, aɪ skˈeɪp ɐ θˈɜːd; ɪf nˈɑːt, wˌaɪ ðˈɛn aɪ fˈɔːl ɐ tˈɔːkɪŋ hˌaʊ swˈiːt ɐ nˈaɪt ɪɾ ɪz fɔːɹ wˈɔːkɪŋ; fɔːɹ ɪn ˈɔːl kˈɑːnʃəns, wɜː maɪ tɹˈɛʒɚɹ ˈeɪbəl, aɪd θˈɪŋk ɐ kwˈɔːɹt ɐ pˈiːs ʌnɹˈiːzənəbəl; ɪt stɹˈaɪks ᵻlˈɛvən,  ɡɛt ˌaʊɾəv dˈɔːɹz.   ðɪs ɪz maɪ kˈɑːnstənt fɛɹwˈɛl jˈɔːɹz, dʒˈeɪ. ˈɛs. ɑːktˈoʊbɚɹ ˈeɪtiːn, wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd sˈɛvənhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti fˈɔːɹ, nˈaɪn ɪnðə mˈɔːɹnɪŋ. juː hæd bˈɛst hˈæp jɔːɹsˈɛlf ˌʌp ɪn ɐ tʃˈɛɹ, ænd dˈaɪn wɪð mˌiː ðɐn wɪððə pɹˈɑːvɑːst.