text_original: You cannot wish for coaches, kitchens, cooks  " "My lord, I've not enough to buy me books   Or pray, suppose my wants were all supplied, Are there no wants I should regard beside? Whose breast is so unmann'd, as not to grieve, Compass'd with miseries he can't relieve? Who can be happy  who should wish to live, And want the godlike happiness to give?
text_transcription: YOU CANNOT WISH FOR COACHES KITCHENS COOKS MY LORD I'VE NOT ENOUGH TO BUY ME BOOKS OR PRAY SUPPOSE MY WANTS WERE ALL SUPPLIED ARE THERE NO WANTS I SHOULD REGARD BESIDE WHOSE BREAST IS SO UNMANNED AS NOT TO GRIEVE COMPASSED WITH MISERIES HE CAN'T RELIEVE WHO CAN BE HAPPY WHO SHOULD WISH TO LIVE AND WANT THE GODLIKE HAPPINESS TO GIVE
phonemes: juː kænˈɑːt wˈɪʃ fɔːɹ kˈoʊtʃᵻz, kˈɪtʃənz, kˈʊks  " "maɪ lˈɔːɹd, aɪv nˌɑːt ɪnˈʌf tə bˈaɪ mˌiː bˈʊks ɔːɹ pɹˈeɪ, səpˈoʊz maɪ wˈɔnts wɜːɹ ˈɔːl səplˈaɪd, ɑːɹ ðɛɹ nˈoʊ wˈɔnts aɪ ʃˌʊd ɹᵻɡˈɑːɹd bᵻsˈaɪd? hˌuːz bɹˈɛst ɪz sˌoʊ ʌnmˈænd, æz nˌɑːt tə ɡɹˈiːv, kˈʌmpəsd wɪð mˈɪzɚɹiz hiː kˈænt ɹᵻlˈiːv? hˌuː kæn biː hˈæpi hˌuː ʃˌʊd wˈɪʃ tə lˈɪv, ænd wˈɔnt ðə ɡˈɑːdlaɪk hˈæpɪnəs tə ɡˈɪv?