text_original: And though the painting grows decay'd, The house will never lose its trade: Nay, though the treach'rous tapster,[2] Thomas, Hangs a new Angel two doors from us, As fine as daubers' hands can make it, In hopes that strangers may mistake it, We[3] think it both a shame and sin To quit the true old Angel Inn. Now this is Stella's case in fact, An angel's face a little crack'd.
text_transcription: AND THOUGH THE PAINTING GROWS DECAYED THE HOUSE WILL NEVER LOSE ITS TRADE NAY THOUGH THE TREACHEROUS TAPSTER THOMAS HANGS A NEW ANGEL TWO DOORS FROM US AS FINE AS DAUBBERS HANDS CAN MAKE IT IN HOPES THAT STRANGERS MAY MISTAKE IT WE THINK IT BOTH A SHAME AND SIN TO QUIT THE TRUE OLD ANGEL IN NOW THIS IS STELLA'S CASE IN FACT AN ANGEL'S FACE A LITTLE CRACKED
phonemes: ænd ðˌoʊ ðə pˈeɪntɪŋ ɡɹˈoʊz dᵻkˈeɪd, ðə hˈaʊs wɪl nˈɛvɚ lˈuːz ɪts tɹˈeɪd: nˈeɪ, ðˌoʊ ðə tɹˈiːtʃɹəs tˈæpstɚ,[tˈuː] tˈɑːməs, hˈæŋz ɐ nˈuː ˈeɪndʒəl tˈuː dˈɔːɹz fɹʌm ˌʌs, æz fˈaɪn æz dˈɔːbɚz hˈændz kæn mˈeɪk ɪt, ɪn hˈoʊps ðæt stɹˈeɪndʒɚz mˈeɪ mɪstˈeɪk ɪt, wiː[θɹˈiː] θˈɪŋk ɪt bˈoʊθ ɐ ʃˈeɪm ænd sˈɪn tə kwˈɪt ðə tɹˈuː ˈoʊld ˈeɪndʒəl ˈɪn. nˈaʊ ðɪs ɪz stˈɛləz kˈeɪs ɪn fˈækt, ɐn ˈeɪndʒəlz fˈeɪs ɐ lˈɪɾəl kɹˈækd.