text_original: 'Tis just the case; for you have fasted So long, till all your flesh is wasted; And must against the warmer days Be sent to Quilca down to graze; Where mirth, and exercise, and air, Will soon your appetite repair: The nutriment will from within, Round all your body, plump your skin; Will agitate the lazy flood, And fill your veins with sprightly blood.
text_transcription: TIS JUST THE CASE FOR YOU HAVE FASTED SO LONG TILL ALL YOUR FLESH IS WASTED AND MUST AGAINST THE WARMER DAYS BE SENT TO QUILK ADOWN TO GRAZE WHERE MIRTH AND EXERCISE AND AIR WILL SOON YOUR APPETITE REPAIR THE NUTRIMENT WILL FROM WITHIN ROUND ALL YOUR BODY PLUMP YOUR SKIN WILL AGITATE THE LAZY FLOOD AND FILL YOUR VEINS WITH SPRIGHTLY BLOO
phonemes: tˈɪz dʒˈʌst ðə kˈeɪs; fɔːɹ juː hæv fˈæstᵻd sˌoʊ lˈɔŋ, tˈɪl ˈɔːl jʊɹ flˈɛʃ ɪz wˈeɪstᵻd; ænd mˈʌst ɐɡˈɛnst ðə wˈɔːɹmɚ dˈeɪz biː sˈɛnt tə kwˈɪlkə dˌaʊn tə ɡɹˈeɪz; wˌɛɹ mˈɜːθ, ænd ˈɛksɚsˌaɪz, ænd ˈɛɹ, wɪl sˈuːn jʊɹ ˈæpɪtˌaɪt ɹᵻpˈɛɹ: ðə njˈuːtɹɪmənt wɪl fɹʌm wɪðˈɪn, ɹˈaʊnd ˈɔːl jʊɹ bˈɑːdi, plˈʌmp jʊɹ skˈɪn; wɪl ˈædʒᵻtˌeɪt ðə lˈeɪzi flˈʌd, ænd fˈɪl jʊɹ vˈeɪnz wɪð spɹˈaɪtli blˈʌd.