text_original: Therefore I pray you, consider whether you will sit down contented with small things and share the fruits of my industry in peace, till Providence shall send better tidings; or, by your despair, plunge both our souls and bodies into everlasting perdition, which God of his infinite mercy forbid!"
text_transcription: THEREFORE I PRAY YOU CONSIDER WHETHER YOU'LL SIT DOWN CONTENTED WITH SMALL THINGS AND SHARE THE FRUITS OF MY INDUSTRY AND PEACE TILL PROVIDENCE SHALL SEND BETTER TIDINGS OR BY YOUR DESPAIR PLUNGE BOTH OUR SOULS AND BODIES INTO EVERLASTING PERDITION WHICH GOD OF HIS INFINITE MERCY FORBID
phonemes: ðˈɛɹfɔːɹ aɪ pɹˈeɪ juː, kənsˈɪdɚ wˈɛðɚ juː wɪl sˈɪt dˌaʊn kəntˈɛntᵻd wɪð smˈɔːl θˈɪŋz ænd ʃˈɛɹ ðə fɹˈuːts ʌv maɪ ˈɪndʌstɹi ɪn pˈiːs, tˈɪl pɹˈɑːvɪdəns ʃˌæl sˈɛnd bˈɛɾɚ tˈaɪdɪŋz; ɔːɹ, baɪ jʊɹ dᵻspˈɛɹ, plˈʌndʒ bˈoʊθ ˌaʊɚ sˈoʊlz ænd bˈɑːdiz ˌɪntʊ ˌɛvɚlˈæstɪŋ pɜːdˈɪʃən, wˌɪtʃ ɡˈɑːd ʌv hɪz ˈɪnfɪnət mˈɜːsi fɚbˈɪd!"