text_original: My daughter is to be married next week; but the two chief pleasures of my life are these (pointing to the bottle and a large edition of Horace that lay on the table). I am old, 'tis true—what then? the more reason I should enjoy the small share of life that remains, as my friend Flaccus advises: 'Tu ne quaesieris (scire nefas) quem mihi, quem tibi finem dii dederint.
text_transcription: MY DAUGHTER IS TO BE MARRIED NEXT WEEK BUT THE TWO CHIEF PLEASURES OF MY LIFE ARE THESE POINTING TO THE BOTTLE AND A LARGE EDITION OF HORACE THAT LAY ON THE TABLE I AM OLD TIS TRUE WHAT THEN THE MORE REASON I SHOULD ENJOY THE SMALL SHARE OF LIFE THAT REMAINS AS MY FRIEND PHLACUS ADVISES TUNE QUASASIRIS SYRINA FAS QUEHI QUANTIBI FINUM DI DEDERENT
phonemes: maɪ dˈɔːɾɚɹ ɪz təbi mˈæɹid nˈɛkst wˈiːk; bˌʌt ðə tˈuː tʃˈiːf plˈɛʒɚz ʌv maɪ lˈaɪf ɑːɹ ðˈiːz (pˈɔɪntɪŋ tə ðə bˈɑːɾəl ænd ɐ lˈɑːɹdʒ ᵻdˈɪʃən ʌv hˈɔːɹəs ðæt lˈeɪ ɔnðə tˈeɪbəl). aɪɐm ˈoʊld, tˈɪz tɹˈuː—wˌʌt ðˈɛn? ðə mˈɔːɹ ɹˈiːzən aɪ ʃˌʊd ɛndʒˈɔɪ ðə smˈɔːl ʃˈɛɹ ʌv lˈaɪf ðæt ɹᵻmˈeɪnz, æz maɪ fɹˈɛnd flˈækəs ɐdvˈaɪzᵻz: tˈuː nˈiː kwˈiːsɪɹˌɪs (sˈaɪɚ nˈɛfəz) kwˈɛm mˈɪhaɪ, kwˈɛm tˈɪbaɪ fˈaɪnəm dˈɪaɪ dˈɛdɚɹˌɪnt.