text_original: [4] Cease, therefore, to beguile thyself with hopes, Which is no more than making sandy ropes, And quit the vain pursuit of loud applause, That must bewilder thee in faction's cause. Pr'ythee what is't to thee who guides the state?
text_transcription: CEASE THEREFORE TO BEGUILE THYSELF WITH HOPES WHICH IS NO MORE THAN MAKING SANDY ROPES AND QUIT THE VAIN PURSUIT OF LOUD APPLAUSE THAT MUST BEWILDER THEE IN FACTION'S CAUSE FOR THEE WHAT IST TO THEE WHO GUIDES THE STATE
phonemes: [fˈɔːɹ] sˈiːs, ðˈɛɹfɔːɹ, tə bᵻɡˈaɪl ðaɪsˈɛlf wɪð hˈoʊps, wˌɪtʃ ɪz nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ ðɐn mˌeɪkɪŋ sˈændi ɹˈoʊps, ænd kwˈɪt ðə vˈeɪn pɚsˈuːt ʌv lˈaʊd ɐplˈɔːz, ðæt mˈʌst bᵻwˈɪldɚ ðiː ɪn fˈækʃənz kˈɔːz. pˌiːˈɑːɹɹˈɪθiː wʌt ˈɪst tə ðiː hˌuː ɡˈaɪdz ðə stˈeɪt?