text_original: The shepherd too, young enemy, Deserves no better destiny. Sir, sir, your conscience is too nice, Hunting's a princely exercise: And those being all your subjects born, Just when you please are to be torn. And, sir, if this will not content ye, We'll vote it nemine contradicente. Thus after him they all confess, They had been rogues, some more some less; And yet by little slight excuses, They all get clear of great abuses.
text_transcription: THE SHEPHERD TOO YOUNG ENEMY DESERVES NO BETTER DESTINY SIR SIR YOUR CONSCIENCE IS TOO NICE HUNTING'S A PRINCELY EXERCISE AND THOSE BEING ALL YOUR SUBJECTS BORN JUST WHEN YOU PLEASE ARE TO BE TORN AND SIR IF THIS WILL NOT CONTENT YE WILL VOTE IT NEME CONTRA DE KENTI THUS AFTER HIM THEY ALL CONFESS THEY HAD BEEN ROGUES SOME MORE SOME LESS AND YET BY LITTLE SLIGHT EXCUSES THEY ALL GET CLEAR OF GREAT ABUSES
phonemes: ðə ʃˈɛpɚd tˈuː, jˈʌŋ ˈɛnəmi, dɪzˈɜːvz nˈoʊ bˈɛɾɚ dˈɛstɪni. sˌɜː, sˌɜː, jʊɹ kˈɑːnʃəns ɪz tˈuː nˈaɪs, hˈʌntɪŋz ɐ pɹˈɪnsli ˈɛksɚsˌaɪz: ænd ðoʊz bˌiːɪŋ ˈɔːl jʊɹ sˈʌbdʒɛkts bˈɔːɹn, dʒˈʌst wɛn juː plˈiːz ɑːɹ təbi tˈɔːɹn. ænd, sˌɜː, ɪf ðɪs wɪl nˌɑːt kəntˈɛnt jˈiː, wiːl vˈoʊt ɪt nˈɛmaɪn kˌɑːntɹədˈaɪsənt. ðˈʌs ˈæftɚ hˌɪm ðeɪ ˈɔːl kənfˈɛs, ðeɪ hɐdbɪn ɹˈoʊɡz, sˌʌm mˈɔːɹ sˌʌm lˈɛs; ænd jˈɛt baɪ lˈɪɾəl slˈaɪt ɛkskjˈuːsᵻz, ðeɪ ˈɔːl ɡɛt klˈɪɹ ʌv ɡɹˈeɪt ɐbjˈuːsᵻz.