text_original: The idle man who waits on empty hope, lacking a livelihood, lays to heart mischief making; it is not an wholesome hope that accompanies a need man who lolls at ease while he has no sure livelihood. (ll. 502 503) While it is yet midsummer command your slaves: 'It will not always be summer, build barns.' (ll. 504 535) Avoid the month Lenaeon 1321, wretched days, all of them fit to skin an ox, and the frosts which are cruel when Boreas blows over the earth.
text_transcription: THE IDLE MAN WHO WAITS ON EMPTY HOPE LACKING A LIVELIHOOD LAYS TO HEART MISCHIEF MAKING IT IS NOT A WHOLESOME HOPE THAT ACCOMPANIES A NEEDY MAN WHO LULLS AT EASE WHILE HE HAS NO SURE LIVELIHOOD WHILE IT IS YET MIDSUMMER COMMAND YOUR SLAVES IT WILL NOT ALWAYS BE SUMMER BUILD BARNS AVOID THE MONTH LENNEON WRETCHED DAYS ALL OF THEM FIT TO SKIN AN OX AND THE FROSTS WHICH ARE CRUEL WHEN BOREAS BLOWS OVER THE EARTH
phonemes: ðɪ ˈaɪdəl mˈæn hˌuː wˈeɪts ˌɔn ˈɛmpti hˈoʊp, lˈækɪŋ ɐ lˈaɪvlihˌʊd, lˈeɪz tə hˈɑːɹt mˈɪstʃɪf mˈeɪkɪŋ; ɪɾ ɪz nˌɑːt æn hˈoʊlsʌm hˈoʊp ðæt ɐkˈʌmpəniz ɐ nˈiːd mˈæn hˌuː lˈɑːlz æɾ ˈiːz wˌaɪl hiː hɐz nˈoʊ ʃˈʊɹ lˈaɪvlihˌʊd. (ˌɛlˈɛl. fˈaɪvhˈʌndɹɪd tˈuː fˈaɪvhˈʌndɹɪd θɹˈiː) wˌaɪl ɪɾ ɪz jˈɛt mˈɪdsʌmɚ kəmˈænd jʊɹ slˈeɪvz: ɪt wɪl nˌɑːt ˈɔːlweɪz biː sˈʌmɚ, bˈɪld bˈɑːɹnz. (ˌɛlˈɛl. fˈaɪvhˈʌndɹɪd fˈɔːɹ fˈaɪvhˈʌndɹɪd θˈɜːɾi fˈaɪv) ɐvˈɔɪd ðə mˈʌnθ lˈɛniːˌɑːn wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti wˈʌn, ɹˈɛtʃᵻd dˈeɪz, ˈɔːl ʌv ðˌɛm fˈɪt tə skˈɪn ɐn ˈɑːks, ænd ðə fɹˈɔsts wˌɪtʃ ɑːɹ kɹˈuːəl wɛn bɔːɹˈiəz blˈoʊz ˌoʊvɚ ðɪ ˈɜːθ.