text_original: when we all die, Careless and ignorant posterity, Although they praise the learning and the wit, And though the title seems to show The name and man by whom the book was writ, Yet how shall they be brought to know, Whether that very name was he, or you, or I? Less should I daub it o'er with transitory praise, And water colours of these days: These days!
text_transcription: WHEN WE ALL DIE CARELESS AND IGNORANT POSTERITY ALTHOUGH THEY PRAISE THE LEARNING AND THE WIT AND THOUGH THE TITLE SEEMS TO SHOW THE NAME AND MAN BY WHOM THE BOOK WAS WRIT YET HOW SHALL THEY BE BROUGHT TO KNOW WHETHER THAT VERY NAME WAS HE OR YOU OR I LEST SHOULD I DAUB IT O'ER WITH TRANSITORY PRAISE AND WATER COLORS OF THESE DAYS THESE DAYS
phonemes: wˌɛn wiː ˈɔːl dˈaɪ, kˈɛɹləs ænd ˈɪɡnɚɹənt pɑːstˈɛɹᵻɾi, ɔːlðˈoʊ ðeɪ pɹˈeɪz ðə lˈɜːnɪŋ ænd ðə wˈɪt, ænd ðˌoʊ ðə tˈaɪɾəl sˈiːmz tə ʃˈoʊ ðə nˈeɪm ænd mˈæn baɪ hˈuːm ðə bˈʊk wʌz ɹˈɪt, jˈɛt hˌaʊ ʃˌæl ðeɪ biː bɹˈɔːt tə nˈoʊ, wˈɛðɚ ðæt vˈɛɹi nˈeɪm wʌz hiː, ɔːɹ juː, ɔːɹ ˈaɪ? lˈɛs ʃˌʊd aɪ dˈɔːb ɪɾ ˈɔːɹ wɪð tɹˈænsɪtˌɔːɹi pɹˈeɪz, ænd wˈɔːɾɚ kˈʌlɚz ʌv ðiːz dˈeɪz: ðiːz dˈeɪz!