text_original: Yet still you fancy you inherit A fund of such superior merit, That you can't fail of more provision, All by my lady's kind decision. For, the more livings you can fish up, You think you'll sooner be a bishop: That could not be my lord's intent, Nor can it answer the event.
text_transcription: YET STILL YOU FANCY YOU INHERIT A FUND OF SUCH SUPERIOR MERIT THAT YOU CAN'T FAIL OF MORE PROVISION ALL BY MY LADY'S KIND DECISION FOR THE MORE LIVINGS YOU CAN FISH UP YOU THINK YOU'LL SOONER BE A BISHOP THAT COULD NOT BE MY LORD'S INTENT NOR CAN IT ANSWER THE EVENT
phonemes: jˈɛt stˈɪl juː fˈænsi juː ɪnhˈɛɹɪt ɐ fˈʌnd ʌv sˈʌtʃ suːpˈiəɹɪɚ mˈɛɹɪt, ðæt juː kˈænt fˈeɪl ʌv mˈɔːɹ pɹəvˈɪʒən, ˈɔːl baɪ maɪ lˈeɪdiz kˈaɪnd dᵻsˈɪʒən. fɔːɹ, ðə mˈɔːɹ lˈɪvɪŋz juː kæn fˈɪʃ ˈʌp, juː θˈɪŋk juːl sˈuːnɚ biː ɐ bˈɪʃəp: ðæt kʊd nˌɑːt biː maɪ lˈɔːɹdz ɪntˈɛnt, nˈɔːɹ kæn ɪɾ ˈænsɚ ðɪ ᵻvˈɛnt.