text_original: But, loath his person to expose Bare, like a carcass pick'd by crows, A lawyer, o'er his hands and face Stuck artfully a parchment case. No new flux'd rake show'd fairer skin; Nor Phyllis after lying in. With snuff was fill'd his ebon box, Of shin bones rotted by the pox.
text_transcription: BUT LOATHE HIS PERSON TWO EXPOSE BARE LIKE A CARCASS PICK'D BY CROWS A LAWYER O'ER HIS HANDS AND FACE STUCK ARTFULLY A PARCHMENT CASE NO NEW FLUXED RAKE SHOWED FAIRER SKIN NOR PHYLLIS AFTER LYING IN WITH SNUFF WAS FILLED HIS EBON BOX OF SHIN BONES ROTTED BY THE POX
phonemes: bˌʌt, lˈoʊθ hɪz pˈɜːsən tʊ ɛkspˈoʊz bˈɛɹ, lˈaɪk ɐ kˈɑːɹkəs pˈɪkd baɪ kɹˈoʊz, ɐ lˈɔɪɚ, ˈɔːɹ hɪz hˈændz ænd fˈeɪs stˈʌk ˈɑːɹtfəli ɐ pˈɑːɹtʃmənt kˈeɪs. nˈoʊ nˈuː flˈʌksd ɹˈeɪk ʃˈoʊd fˈɛɹɚ skˈɪn; nˈɔːɹ fˈɪliz ˈæftɚ lˈaɪɪŋ ˈɪn. wɪð snˈʌf wʌz fˈɪld hɪz ˈɛbən bˈɑːks, ʌv ʃˈɪn bˈoʊnz ɹˈɑːɾᵻd baɪ ðə pˈɑːks.