text_original: Dear friend, Doctor Jinny. If I could but win ye, Or Walmsley or Whaley, To come hither daily, Since fortune, my foe, Will needs have it so, That I'm, by her frowns, Condemn'd to black gowns; No squire to be found The neighbourhood round; (For, under the rose, I would rather choose those) If your wives will permit ye, Come here out of pity, To ease a poor lady, And beg her a play day.
text_transcription: DEAR FRIEND DOCTOR JINNY IF I COULD BUT WIN YE OR WALMSLEY OR WAILLEY TO COME HITHER DAILY SINCE FORTUNE MY FOE WILL NEED HAVE IT SO THAT I'M BY HER FROWNS CONDEMNED TO BLACK GOWNS NO SQUIRE TO BE FOUND THE NEIGHBOURHOOD ROUND FOR UNDER THE ROSE I WOULD RATHER CHOOSE THOSE IF YOUR WIVES WILL PERMIT YE COME HERE OUT OF PITY TO EASE A POOR LADY AND BEG HER A PLAY DAY
phonemes: dˈɪɹ fɹˈɛnd, dˈɑːktɚ dʒˈɪni. ɪf aɪ kʊd bˌʌt wˈɪn jˈiː, ɔːɹ wˈɔlmsli ɔːɹ wˈeɪli, tə kˈʌm hˈɪðɚ dˈeɪli, sˈɪns fˈɔːɹtʃʊn, maɪ fˈoʊ, wɪl nˈiːdz hæv ɪt sˈoʊ, ðˈæt aɪm, baɪ hɜː fɹˈaʊnz, kəndˈɛmd tə blˈæk ɡˈaʊnz; nˈoʊ skwˈaɪɚ təbi fˈaʊnd ðə nˈeɪbɚhˌʊd ɹˈaʊnd; (fɔːɹ, ˌʌndɚ ðə ɹˈoʊz, aɪ wʊd ɹˈæðɚ tʃˈuːz ðˈoʊz) ɪf jʊɹ wˈaɪvz wɪl pɚmˈɪt jˈiː, kˈʌm hˈɪɹ ˌaʊɾəv pˈɪɾi, tʊ ˈiːz ɐ pˈʊɹ lˈeɪdi, ænd bˈɛɡ hɜːɹ ɐ plˈeɪ dˈeɪ.