text_original: He at last sat down under a tree, and heard with' great delight a shower, by which he was now wet, rattling among the branches: This, said he, is the true image of obscurity; we hear of troubles and commotions, but never feel them.
text_transcription: HE AT LAST SAT DOWN UNDER A TREE AND HEARD WITH GREAT DELIGHT A SHOWER BY WHICH HE WAS NOW WET RATTLING AMONG THE BRANCHES THIS SAID HE IS THE TRUE IMAGE OF OBSCURITY WE HEAR OF TROUBLES AND COMMOTIONS BUT NEVER FEEL THEM
phonemes: hiː æt lˈæst sˈæt dˌaʊn ˌʌndɚɹ ɐ tɹˈiː, ænd hˈɜːd wɪð ɡɹˈeɪt dᵻlˈaɪt ɐ ʃˈaʊɚ, baɪ wˌɪtʃ hiː wʌz nˈaʊ wˈɛt, ɹˈæɾəlɪŋ ɐmˌʌŋ ðə bɹˈæntʃᵻz: ðˈɪs, sˈɛd hiː, ɪz ðə tɹˈuː ˈɪmɪdʒ ʌv əbskjˈʊɹɹᵻɾi; wiː hˈɪɹ ʌv tɹˈʌbəlz ænd kəmˈoʊʃənz, bˌʌt nˈɛvɚ fˈiːl ðˌɛm.