text_original: XI Show your poverty of spirit, And in dress place all your merit; Give yourself ten thousand airs: That with me shall break no squares.[2] XII Never will I give advice, Till you please to ask me thrice: Which if you in scorn reject, 'Twill be just as I expect. Thus we both shall have our ends, And continue special friends.
text_transcription: ELEVEN SHOW YOUR POVERTY OF SPIRIT AND IN DRESS PLACE ALL YOUR MERIT GIVE YOURSELF TEN THOUSAND AIRS THAT WITH ME SHALL BREAK NO SQUARES TWELVE NEVER WILL I GIVE ADVIC TILL YOU PLEASE TO ASK ME THRICE WHICH IF YOU IN SCORN REJECT TWILL BE JUST AS I EXPECT THUS WE BOTH SHALL HAVE OUR ENDS AND CONTINUE SPECIAL FRIENDS
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən ɪlˈɛvən ʃˈoʊ jʊɹ pˈɑːvɚɾi ʌv spˈɪɹɪt, ænd ɪn dɹˈɛs plˈeɪs ˈɔːl jʊɹ mˈɛɹɪt; ɡˈɪv jɔːɹsˈɛlf tˈɛn θˈaʊzənd ˈɛɹz: ðæt wɪð mˌiː ʃˌæl bɹˈeɪk nˈoʊ skwˈɛɹz.[tˈuː] ɹˌoʊmən twˈɛlv nˈɛvɚ wɪl aɪ ɡˈɪv ɐdvˈaɪs, tˈɪl juː plˈiːz tʊ ˈæsk mˌiː θɹˈaɪs: wˌɪtʃ ɪf juː ɪn skˈɔːɹn ɹᵻdʒˈɛkt, twˈɪl biː dʒˈʌst æz aɪ ɛkspˈɛkt. ðˈʌs wiː bˈoʊθ ʃˌæl hæv ˌaʊɚɹ ˈɛndz, ænd kəntˈɪnjuː spˈɛʃəl fɹˈɛndz.