text_original: This very same conscience was sold in a closet, Nor for a baked loaf, or a loaf in a losset, But a sweet sugar plum, which you put in a posset. Which nobody can deny. O Monsieur, to sell it for nothing was nonsense, For, if you would sell it, it should have been long since, But now you have lost both your cake and your conscience.
text_transcription: THIS VERY SAME CONSCIENCE WAS SOLD IN A CLOSET NOR FOR A BAKED LOAF OR A LOAF AND A LOSSET BUT A SWEET SUGAR PLUM WHICH YOU PUT IN A POSSET WHICH NOBODY CAN DENY OH MONSIEUR TO SELL IT FOR NOTHING WAS NONSENSE FOR IF YOU WOULD SELL IT IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN LONG SINCE BUT NOW YOU HAVE LOST BOTH YOUR CAKE AND YOUR CONSCIENCE
phonemes: ðɪs vˈɛɹi sˈeɪm kˈɑːnʃəns wʌz sˈoʊld ɪn ɐ klˈɑːzɪt, nˈɔːɹ fɚɹə bˈeɪkt lˈoʊf, ɔːɹ ɐ lˈoʊf ɪn ɐ lˈɔsɛt, bˌʌt ɐ swˈiːt ʃˈʊɡɚ plˈʌm, wˌɪtʃ juː pˌʊt ɪn ɐ pˈɑːsɛt. wˌɪtʃ nˈoʊbɑːdi kæn dᵻnˈaɪ. ˈoʊ məsjˈɜː, tə sˈɛl ɪt fɔːɹ nˈʌθɪŋ wʌz nˈɑːnsəns, fɔːɹ, ɪf juː wʊd sˈɛl ɪt, ɪt ʃˌʊdəv bˌɪn lˈɔŋ sˈɪns, bˌʌt nˈaʊ juː hæv lˈɔst bˈoʊθ jʊɹ kˈeɪk ænd jʊɹ kˈɑːnʃəns.