text_original: Not all the witty things you speak In compass of a day, Not half the puns you make a week, Should bribe his longer stay. With me you left him out at nurse, Yet are you not my debtor; For, as he hardly can be worse, I ne'er could make him better.
text_transcription: NOT ALL THE WITTY THINGS YOU SPEAK IN COMPASS OF A DAY NOT HALF THE PUNS YOU MAKE A WEEK SHOULD BRIBE HIS LONGER STAY WITH ME YOU LEFT HIM OUT AT NURSE YET ARE YOU NOT MY DEBTOR FOR AS HE HARDLY CAN BE WORSE I NEAR COULD MAKE HIM BETTER
phonemes: nˌɑːt ˈɔːl ðə wˈɪɾi θˈɪŋz juː spˈiːk ɪn kˈʌmpəs əvə dˈeɪ, nˌɑːt hˈæf ðə pˈʌnz juː mˌeɪk ɐ wˈiːk, ʃˌʊd bɹˈaɪb hɪz lˈɔŋɡɚ stˈeɪ. wɪð mˌiː juː lˈɛft hˌɪm ˈaʊt æt nˈɜːs, jˈɛt ɑːɹ juː nˌɑːt maɪ dˈɛɾɚ; fɔːɹ, æz hiː hˈɑːɹdli kæn biː wˈɜːs, aɪ nˈɛɹ kʊd mˌeɪk hˌɪm bˈɛɾɚ.