text_original: Come sit, says my lady; then whips up her scissar, And cuts out his coxcomb in silk in a trice, sir. Dan sat with attention, and saw with surprise How she lengthen'd his chin, how she hollow'd his eyes; But flatter'd himself with a secret conceit, That his thin lantern jaws all her art would defeat.
text_transcription: COME SIT SAYS MY LADY THEN WHIPS UP HER SCISSOR AND CUTS OUT HIS COXCOMB AND SILK IN A TRICER DAN SAT WITH ATTENTION AND SAW WITH SURPRISE HOW SHE LENGTHENED HIS CHIN HOW SHE HOLLOWED HIS EYES BUT FLATTERED HIMSELF WITH A SECRET CONCEIT THAT HIS THIN LANTERN JAWS ALL HER ART WOULD DEFEAT
phonemes: kˈʌm sˈɪt, sˈɛz maɪ lˈeɪdi; ðˈɛn wˈɪps ˌʌp hɜː sˈɪsɑːɹ, ænd kˈʌts ˈaʊt hɪz kˈɑːkskoʊm ɪn sˈɪlk ɪn ɐ tɹˈaɪs, sˌɜː. dˈæn sˈæt wɪð ɐtˈɛnʃən, ænd sˈɔː wɪð sɚpɹˈaɪz hˌaʊ ʃiː lˈɛŋθənd hɪz tʃˈɪn, hˌaʊ ʃiː hˈɑːloʊd hɪz ˈaɪz; bˌʌt flˈæɾɚd hɪmsˈɛlf wɪð ɐ sˈiːkɹᵻt kənsˈiːt, ðæt hɪz θˈɪn lˈæntɚn dʒˈɔːz ˈɔːl hɜːɹ ˈɑːɹt wʊd dᵻfˈiːt.