text_original: By gad, this rogue of a vicar does not deserve to live; and yet he has two livings worth four hundred pounds per annum, while poor I am fain to do all his drudgery, and ride twenty miles every Sunday to preach—for what?
text_transcription: BY GAD THIS ROGUE OF A VIGOUR DOES NOT DESERVE TO LIVE AND YET HE HAS TWO LIVINGS WORTH FOUR HUNDRED POUNDS PER ANNUM WHILE POOR I AM FAIN TO DO ALL HIS DRUDGERY AND RIDE TWENTY MILES EVERY SUNDAY TO PREACH FOR WHAT
phonemes: baɪ ɡˈæd, ðɪs ɹˈoʊɡ əvə vˈɪkɚ dʌznˌɑːt dɪzˈɜːv tə lˈɪv; ænd jˈɛt hiː hɐz tˈuː lˈɪvɪŋz wˈɜːθ fˈɔːɹ hˈʌndɹɪd pˈaʊndz pɜːɹ ˈænəm, wˌaɪl pˈʊɹ aɪɐm fˈeɪn tə dˈuː ˈɔːl hɪz dɹˈʌdʒɹi, ænd ɹˈaɪd twˈɛnti mˈaɪlz ˈɛvɹi sˈʌndeɪ tə pɹˈiːtʃ—fɔːɹ wˈʌt?