text_original: Well aware what years must bring, from all the ill they have brought to us, we cannot watch this simple sort without a sadness on our side, a pity, and a longing, as for something lost and gone.
text_transcription: WELL AWARE WHAT YEARS MUST BRING FROM ALL THE ILL THEY HAVE BROUGHT TO US WE CANNOT WATCH THIS SIMPLE SORT WITHOUT A SADNESS ON OUR SIDE A PITY AND A LONGING AS FOR SOMETHING LOST AND GONE
phonemes: wˈɛl ɐwˈɛɹ wʌt jˈɪɹz mˈʌst bɹˈɪŋ, fɹʌm ˈɔːl ðɪ ˈɪl ðeɪ hæv bɹˈɔːt tʊ ˌʌs, wiː kænˈɑːt wˈɑːtʃ ðɪs sˈɪmpəl sˈɔːɹt wɪðˌaʊt ɐ sˈædnəs ˌɔn ˌaʊɚ sˈaɪd, ɐ pˈɪɾi, ænd ɐ lˈɔŋɪŋ, æz fɔːɹ sˈʌmθɪŋ lˈɔst ænd ɡˈɔn.