text_original: _Wife._ Fine feathers make fine birds; she can paint her withered cheeks, and pencil her eyebrows. _Husband._ You can do the same, if you please. _Wife._ My cheeks don't want paint, nor my eyebrows pencilling. _Husband._ True; the rose of youth and beauty is still on your cheeks, and your brow the bow of Cupid.
text_transcription: WIFE FINE FEATHERS MAKE FINE BIRDS SHE CAN PAINT HER WITHERED CHEEKS AND PENCIL HER EYEBROWS HUSBAND YOU CAN DO THE SAME IF YOU PLEASE WIFE MY CHEEKS DON'T PAINT NOR MY EYEBROWS PENCILING HUSBAND TRUE THE ROSE OF YOUTH AND BEAUTY IS STILL IN YOUR CHEEKS AND YOUR BROW THE BOW OF CUPID
phonemes: wˈaɪf.fˈaɪn fˈɛðɚz mˌeɪk fˈaɪn bˈɜːdz; ʃiː kæn pˈeɪnt hɜː wˈɪðɚd tʃˈiːks, ænd pˈɛnsəl hɜːɹ ˈaɪbɹaʊz. hˈʌsbənd.juː kæn dˈuː ðə sˈeɪm, ɪf juː plˈiːz. wˈaɪf.maɪ tʃˈiːks dˈoʊnt wˈɔnt pˈeɪnt, nˈɔːɹ maɪ ˈaɪbɹaʊz pˈɛnsəlɪŋ. hˈʌsbənd.tɹˈuː; ðə ɹˈoʊz ʌv jˈuːθ ænd bjˈuːɾi ɪz stˈɪl ˌɔn jʊɹ tʃˈiːks, ænd jʊɹ bɹˈaʊ ðə bˈoʊ ʌv kjˈuːpɪd.