text_original: There  but 'tis endless to write down All the amusements of the town; And spouse will think herself quite undone, To trudge to Connor[4] from sweet London; And care we must our wives to please, Or else  we shall be ill at ease.
text_transcription: THERE BUT TIS ENDLESS TO WRITE DOWN ALL THE AMUSEMENTS OF THE TOWN AND SPOUSE WILL THINK HERSELF QUITE UNDONE TO TREDGE TO CONAF FROM SWEETLAND DON AND CARE WE MUST OUR WIVES TO PLEASE OR ELSE WE SHALL BE ILL AT EASE
phonemes: ðɛɹ bˌʌt tˈɪz ˈɛndləs tə ɹˈaɪt dˌaʊn ˈɔːl ðɪ ɐmjˈuːzmənts ʌvðə tˈaʊn; ænd spˈaʊs wɪl θˈɪŋk hɜːsˈɛlf kwˈaɪt ʌndˈʌn, tə tɹˈʌdʒ tə kˈɑːnɚ[fˈɔːɹ] fɹʌm swˈiːt lˈʌndən; ænd kˈɛɹ wiː mˈʌst ˌaʊɚ wˈaɪvz tə plˈiːz, ɔːɹ ˈɛls wiːʃˌɐl biː ˈɪl æɾ ˈiːz.