text_original: I have often sauntered between Ludgate Hill and Charing Cross a whole winter night, exposed not only to the inclemency of the weather, but likewise to the rage of hunger and thirst, without being so happy as to meet with one dupe, then creep up to my garret, in a deplorable draggled condition, sneak to bed, and try to bury my appetite and sorrows in sleep.
text_transcription: I HAVE OFTEN SAUNTERED BETWEEN LUDGATE HILL AND CHARING CROSS A WHOLE WINTER NIGHT EXPOSED NOT ONLY TO THE INCLEMENCY OF THE WEATHER BUT LIKEWISE TO THE RAGE OF HUNGER AND THIRST WITHOUT BEING SO HAPPY AS TO MEET ONE DUPE THEN CREEP UP TO MY GARRET IN A DEPLORABLE DRAGGLED CONDITION SNEAK TO BED AND TRY TO BURY MY APPETITE IN SORROWS IN SLEEP
phonemes: aɪ hæv ˈɔfən sˈɔːntɚd bᵻtwˌiːn lˈʌdɡeɪt hˈɪl ænd tʃˈɛɹɪŋ kɹˈɔs ɐ hˈoʊl wˈɪntɚ nˈaɪt, ɛkspˈoʊzd nˌɑːt ˈoʊnli tə ðɪ ɪŋklˈɛmənsi ʌvðə wˈɛðɚ, bˌʌt lˈaɪkwaɪz tə ðə ɹˈeɪdʒ ʌv hˈʌŋɡɚ ænd θˈɜːst, wɪðˌaʊt bˌiːɪŋ sˌoʊ hˈæpi æz tə mˈiːt wɪð wˈʌn dˈuːp, ðˈɛn kɹˈiːp ˌʌp tə maɪ ɡˈæɹɪt, ɪn ɐ dᵻplˈɔːɹəbəl dɹˈæɡəld kəndˈɪʃən, snˈiːk tə bˈɛd, ænd tɹˈaɪ tə bˈɛɹi maɪ ˈæpɪtˌaɪt ænd sˈɑːɹoʊz ɪn slˈiːp.