text_original: (ll. 479 492) But if you plough the good ground at the solstice 1319, you will reap sitting, grasping a thin crop in your hand, binding the sheaves awry, dust covered, not glad at all; so you will bring all home in a basket and not many will admire you.
text_transcription: BUT IF YOU PLOUGH THE GOOD GROUND AT THE SOLSTICE YOU WILL REAP SITTING GRASPING A THIN CROP IN YOUR HAND BINDING THE SHEAVES AWRY DUST COVERED NOT GLAD AT ALL SO YOU WILL BRING ALL HOME IN A BASKET AND NOT MANY WILL ADMIRE YOU
phonemes: (ˌɛlˈɛl. fˈɔːɹhˈʌndɹɪd sˈɛvənti nˈaɪn fˈɔːɹhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪnti tˈuː) bˌʌt ɪf juː plˈaʊ ðə ɡˈʊd ɡɹˈaʊnd æt ðə sˈɑːlstɪs wˈʌn θˈaʊzənd θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd nˈaɪntiːn, juː wɪl ɹˈiːp sˈɪɾɪŋ, ɡɹˈæspɪŋ ɐ θˈɪn kɹˈɑːp ɪn jʊɹ hˈænd, bˈaɪndɪŋ ðə ʃˈiːvz ɚɹˈaɪ, dˈʌst kˈʌvɚd, nˌɑːt ɡlˈæd æɾ ˈɔːl; sˌoʊ juː wɪl bɹˈɪŋ ˈɔːl hˈoʊm ɪn ɐ bˈæskɪt ænd nˌɑːt mˈɛni wɪl ɐdmˈaɪɚ juː.