text_original: [2] I've got you some soles, and a fresh bleeding bret, That's just disengaged from the toils of a net: An excellent loin of fat veal to be roasted, With lemons, and butter, and sippets well toasted: Some larks that descended, mistaking the skies, Which Stella brought down by the light of her eyes; And there, like Narcissus,[3] they gazed till they died, And now they're to lie in some crumbs that are fried.
text_transcription: I'VE GOT YOU SOME SOLES AND A FRESH BLEEDING BRET THAT'S JUST DISENGAGED FROM THE TOILS OF A NET AN EXCELLENT LOIN OF FAT VEAL TO BE ROASTED WITH LEMONS AND BUTTER AND SIPPETS WELL TOASTED SOME LARKS THAT DESCENDED MISTAKING THE SKIES WHICH STELLA BROUGHT DOWN BY THE LIGHT OF HER EYES AND THERE LIKE NARCISSUS THEY GAZED TILL THEY DIED AND NOW THEY'RE TO LIE IN SOME CRUMBS THAT ARE FRIED
phonemes: [tˈuː] aɪv ɡɑːt juː sˌʌm sˈoʊlz, ænd ɐ fɹˈɛʃ blˈiːdɪŋ bɹˈɛt, ðæts dʒˈʌst dˌɪsɛŋɡˈeɪdʒd fɹʌmðə tˈɔɪlz əvə nˈɛt: ɐn ˈɛksələnt lˈɔɪn ʌv fˈæt vˈiːl təbi ɹˈoʊstᵻd, wɪð lˈɛmənz, ænd bˈʌɾɚ, ænd sˈɪpɪts wˈɛl tˈoʊstᵻd: sˌʌm lˈɑːɹks ðæt dᵻsˈɛndᵻd, mɪstˈeɪkɪŋ ðə skˈaɪz, wˌɪtʃ stˈɛlə bɹˈɔːt dˌaʊn baɪ ðə lˈaɪt ʌv hɜːɹ ˈaɪz; ænd ðˈɛɹ, lˈaɪk nˈɑːɹsɪsəs,[θɹˈiː] ðeɪ ɡˈeɪzd tˈɪl ðeɪ dˈaɪd, ænd nˈaʊ ðeɪɚ tə lˈaɪ ɪn sˌʌm kɹˈʌmz ðæt ɑːɹ fɹˈaɪd.