text_original: what cannot Time subdue? Time has reduced my wine and you; Emptied my casks, and clipp'd your wings, Disabled both in our main springs; So that of late we two are grown The jest and scorn of all the town.
text_transcription: WHAT CANNOT TIME SUBDUE TIME HAS REDUCED MY WINE AND YOU EMPTIED MY CASKS AND CLIPPED YOUR WINGS DISABLED BOTH IN OUR MAIN SPRINGS SO THAT OF LATE WE TOO ARE GROWN THE JEST AND SCORN OF ALL THE TON
phonemes: wˌʌt kænˈɑːt tˈaɪm sʌbdˈuː? tˈaɪm hɐz ɹᵻdˈuːst maɪ wˈaɪn ænd juː; ˈɛmptid maɪ kˈæsks, ænd klˈɪpd jʊɹ wˈɪŋz, dˌɪsˈeɪbəld bˈoʊθ ɪn ˌaʊɚ mˈeɪn spɹˈɪŋz; sˌoʊ ðæt ʌv lˈeɪt wiː tˈuː ɑːɹ ɡɹˈoʊn ðə dʒˈɛst ænd skˈɔːɹn ʌv ˈɔːl ðə tˈaʊn.