text_original: Most nets are fill'd by want of thought and care But too much thinking brings us to thy snare; Where, held by thee, in slavery we stay, And throw the pleasing part of life away.
text_transcription: MOST NETS ARE FILL'D BY WANT OF THOUGHT AND CARE BUT TOO MUCH THINKING BRINGS US TO THY SNARE WHERE HELD BY THEE IN SLAVERY WE STAY AND THROW THE PLEASING PART OF LIFE AWAY
phonemes: mˈoʊst nˈɛts ɑːɹ fˈɪld baɪ wˈɔnt ʌv θˈɔːt ænd kˈɛɹ bˌʌt tˈuː mʌtʃ θˈɪŋkɪŋ bɹˈɪŋz ˌʌs tə ðˌaɪ snˈɛɹ; wˈɛɹ, hˈɛld baɪ ðˈiː, ɪn slˈeɪvɚɹi wiː stˈeɪ, ænd θɹˈoʊ ðə plˈiːzɪŋ pˈɑːɹt ʌv lˈaɪf ɐwˈeɪ.