text_original: When whip you trot up, without minding your betters, To the very coach side, and threaten your letters. Is the poison [and dagger] you boast in your jaws, trow? Are you still in your cart with _convitia ex plaustro_?
text_transcription: WHEN WHIP YOU TROTHOP WITHOUT MINDING YOUR BETTERS TO THE VERY COACH SIDE AND THREATEN YOUR LETTERS IS THE POISON AND DAGGER YOU BOAST IN YOUR JAWS TRO ARE YOU STILL IN YOUR CART WITH CONVIDIA EXPLOSTRO
phonemes: wˌɛn wˈɪp juː tɹˈɑːt ˈʌp, wɪðˌaʊt mˈaɪndɪŋ jʊɹ bˈɛɾɚz, tə ðə vˈɛɹi kˈoʊtʃ sˈaɪd, ænd θɹˈɛʔn̩ jʊɹ lˈɛɾɚz. ɪz ðə pˈɔɪzən [ænd dˈæɡɚ] juː bˈoʊst ɪn jʊɹ dʒˈɔːz, tɹˈoʊ? ɑːɹ juː stˈɪl ɪn jʊɹ kˈɑːɹt wɪð kənvˈɪʃə ˈɛks plˈɔːstɹoʊ?