text_original: IX THE OLD STORY (^Marcus Argentarius) Like many a one, when you had gold Love met you smiling, we are told ; But now that all your gold is gone. Love leaves you hungry and alone.
text_transcription: NINE THE OLD STORY MARCUS ARGENTTARIUS LIKE MANY A ONE WHEN YOU HAD GOLD LOVE MET YOU SMILING WE ARE TOLD BUT NOW THAT ALL YOUR GOLD IS GONE LOVE LEAVES YOU HUNGRY AND ALONE
phonemes: ɹˌoʊmən nˈaɪn ðɪ ˈoʊld stˈɔːɹi (mˈɑːɹkəs ˌɑːɹdʒəntˈɛɹɪəs) lˈaɪk mˈɛni ɐ wˌʌn, wˌɛn juː hæd ɡˈoʊld lˈʌv mˈɛt juː smˈaɪlɪŋ, wiː ɑːɹ tˈoʊld ; bˌʌt nˈaʊ ðæt ˈɔːl jʊɹ ɡˈoʊld ɪz ɡˈɔn. lˈʌv lˈiːvz juː hˈʌŋɡɹi ænd ɐlˈoʊn.