text_original: Then catch admirers while you may; Treat not your lovers with disdain; For time with beauty flies away, And there is no return again. To you the sad account I bring, Life's autumn has no second spring.
text_transcription: THEN CATCH ADMIRERS WHILE YOU MAY TREAT NOT YOUR LOVERS WITH DISDAIN FOR TIME WITH BEAUTY FLIES AWAY AND THERE IS NO RETURN AGAIN TO YOU THE SAD ACCOUNT I BRING LIFE'S AUTUMN HAS NO SECOND SPRING
phonemes: ðˈɛn kˈætʃ ɐdmˈaɪɚɹɚz wˌaɪl juː mˈeɪ; tɹˈiːt nˌɑːt jʊɹ lˈʌvɚz wɪð dɪsdˈeɪn; fɔːɹ tˈaɪm wɪð bjˈuːɾi flˈaɪz ɐwˈeɪ, ænd ðɛɹ ɪz nˈoʊ ɹᵻtˈɜːn ɐɡˈɛn. tə juː ðə sˈæd ɐkˈaʊnt aɪ bɹˈɪŋ, lˈaɪfz ˈɔːɾʌm hɐz nˈoʊ sˈɛkənd spɹˈɪŋ.