text_original: For wouldst thou make a fouler show, Thou must go naked all the year. Fresh from the mud, a wallowing sow Would then be not so brown as thou. 'Tis not the coat that looks so dun, His hide emits a foulness out; Not one jot better looks the sun Seen from behind a dirty clout.
text_transcription: FOR WOULDST THOU MAKE A FOULER SHOW THOU MUST GO NAKED ALL THE YEAR FRESH FROM THE MUD OF WALLOWING SOW WOULD THEN BE NOT SO BROWN AS THOU TIS NOT THE COAT THAT LOOKS SO DUN HIS HIDE EMITS A FOULNESS OUT NOT ONE JOT BETTER LOOKS THE SUN SEEN FROM BEHIND A DIRTY CLOUT
phonemes: fɔːɹ wʊdst ðˈaʊ mˌeɪk ɐ fˈaʊlɚ ʃˈoʊ, ðˈaʊ mˈʌst ɡˌoʊ nˈeɪkᵻd ˈɔːl ðə jˈɪɹ. fɹˈɛʃ fɹʌmðə mˈʌd, ɐ wˈɔloʊɪŋ sˈoʊ wʊd ðˈɛn biː nˌɑːt sˌoʊ bɹˈaʊn æz ðˈaʊ. tˈɪz nˌɑːt ðə kˈoʊt ðæt lˈʊks sˌoʊ dˈʌn, hɪz hˈaɪd ɪmˈɪts ɐ fˈaʊlnəs ˈaʊt; nˌɑːt wˈʌn dʒˈɑːt bˈɛɾɚ lˈʊks ðə sˈʌn sˈiːn fɹʌm bᵻhˌaɪnd ɐ dˈɜːɾi klˈaʊt.