text_original: ON THE FIVE SENSES All of us in one you'll find, Brethren of a wondrous kind; Yet among us all no brother Knows one tittle of the other; We in frequent councils are, And our marks of things declare, Where, to us unknown, a clerk Sits, and takes them in the dark.
text_transcription: ON THE FIVE SENSES ALL OF US IN ONE YOU'LL FIND BRETHREN OF A WONDROUS KIND YET AMONG US ALL NO BROTHER KNOWS ONE TITTLE OF THE OTHER WE INFREQUENT COUNCILS ARE AND OUR MARKS OF THINGS DECLARE WHERE TO US UNKNOWN A CLERK SITS AND TAKES THEM IN THE DARK
phonemes: ɔnðə fˈaɪv sˈɛnsᵻz ˈɔːl ʌv ˌʌs ɪn wˈʌn juːl fˈaɪnd, bɹˈɛðɹən əvə wˈʌndɹəs kˈaɪnd; jˈɛt ɐmˌʌŋ ˌʌs ˈɔːl nˈoʊ bɹˈʌðɚ nˈoʊz wˈʌn tˈɪɾəl ʌvðɪ ˈʌðɚ; wiː ɪn fɹˈiːkwənt kˈaʊnsəlz ɑːɹ, ænd ˌaʊɚ mˈɑːɹks ʌv θˈɪŋz dᵻklˈɛɹ, wˈɛɹ, tʊ ˌʌs ʌnnˈoʊn, ɐ klˈɜːk sˈɪts, ænd tˈeɪks ðˌɛm ɪnðə dˈɑːɹk.