text_original: "Would my good Lord but cast up the account, And see to what my revenues amount;[2] My titles ample; but my gain so small, That one good vicarage is worth them all: And very wretched, sure, is he that's double In nothing but his titles and his trouble.
text_transcription: WOULD MY GOOD LORD BUT CAST UP THE ACCOUNT AND SEE TO WHAT MY REVENUES AMOUNT MY TITLE'S AMPLE BUT MY GAIN SO SMALL THAT ONE GOOD VICARAGE IS WORTH THEM ALL AND VERY WRETCHED SURE IS HE THAT'S DOUBLE IN NOTHING BUT HIS TITLES AND HIS TROUBLE
phonemes: "wʊd maɪ ɡˈʊd lˈɔːɹd bˌʌt kˈæst ˌʌp ðɪ ɐkˈaʊnt, ænd sˈiː tə wʌt maɪ ɹˈɛvənˌuːz ɐmˈaʊnt;[tˈuː] maɪ tˈaɪɾəlz ˈæmpəl; bˌʌt maɪ ɡˈeɪn sˌoʊ smˈɔːl, ðˈætwˌʌn ɡˈʊd vˈɪkæɹɪdʒ ɪz wˈɜːθ ðˌɛm ˈɔːl: ænd vˈɛɹi ɹˈɛtʃᵻd, ʃˈʊɹ, ɪz hiː ðæts dˈʌbəl ɪn nˈʌθɪŋ bˌʌt hɪz tˈaɪɾəlz ænd hɪz tɹˈʌbəl.