text_original: On the other hand, I am a poor but honest cobbler's son: my mother was as industrious a woman as ever broke bread, till such time as she took to drinking, which you very well know; but everybody has failings—Humanum est errare. Now myself, I am a poor journeyman barber, tolerably well made and understand some Latin, and have a smattering of Greek; but what of that?
text_transcription: ON THE OTHER HAND I AM A POOR BUT HONEST COBBLER'S SON MY MOTHER WAS INDUSTRIOUS A WOMAN AS EVER BROKE BREAD TILL SUCH TIME AS SHE TOOK TO DRINKING WHICH YOU VERY WELL KNOW BUT EVERYBODY HAS FAILINGS HUMANEM ESTERRARI NOW MYSELF I'M A POOR JOURNEYMAN BARBER TOLERABLY WELL MADE AND UNDERSTAND SOME LATIN AND HAVE A SMATTERING OF GREEK BUT WHAT OF THAT
phonemes: ɔnðɪ ˈʌðɚ hˈænd, aɪɐm ɐ pˈʊɹ bˌʌt ˈɑːnɪst kˈɑːblɚz sˈʌn: maɪ mˈʌðɚ wʌz æz ɪndˈʌstɹiəs ɐ wˈʊmən æz ˈɛvɚ bɹˈoʊk bɹˈɛd, tˈɪl sˈʌtʃ tˈaɪm æz ʃiː tˈʊk tə dɹˈɪŋkɪŋ, wˌɪtʃ juː vˈɛɹi wˈɛl nˈoʊ; bˌʌt ˈɛvɹɪbˌɑːdi hɐz fˈeɪlɪŋz—hjˈuːmænəm ˌiːˌɛstˈiː ˈɛɹɛɹ. nˈaʊ maɪsˈɛlf, aɪɐm ɐ pˈʊɹ dʒˈɜːnɪmən bˈɑːɹbɚ, tˈɑːlɚɹəbli wˈɛl mˌeɪd ænd ˌʌndɚstˈænd sˌʌm lˈætɪn, ænd hæv ɐ smˈæɾɚɹɪŋ ʌv ɡɹˈiːk; bˌʌt wʌt ʌv ðˈæt?