text_original: the scurvy of mankind. And all we fools, who are the greater part of it, Though we be of two different factions still, Both the good natured and the ill, Yet wheresoe'er you look, you'll always find We join, like flies and wasps, in buzzing about wit.
text_transcription: THE SCURVY OF MANKIND AND ALL WE FOOLS WHO ARE THE GREATER PART OF IT THOUGH WE BE OF TWO DIFFERENT FACTIONS STILL BOTH THE GOOD NATURED AND THE ILL YET WHERESOEVER YOU LOOK YOU'LL ALWAYS FIND WE JOIN LIKE FLIES AND WASPS IN BUZZING ABOUT WIT
phonemes: ðə skˈɜːvi ʌv mæŋkˈaɪnd. ænd ˈɔːl wiː fˈuːlz, hˌuː ɑːɹ ðə ɡɹˈeɪɾɚ pˈɑːɹt ʌv ɪt, ðˌoʊ wiː biː ʌv tˈuː dˈɪfɹənt fˈækʃənz stˈɪl, bˈoʊθ ðə ɡˈʊd nˈeɪtʃɚd ænd ðɪ ˈɪl, jˈɛt wˈɛɹsoʊɚ juː lˈʊk, juːl ˈɔːlweɪz fˈaɪnd wiː dʒˈɔɪn, lˈaɪk flˈaɪz ænd wˈɑːsps, ɪn bˈʌzɪŋ ɐbˌaʊt wˈɪt.