text_original: Since time began with women, but old age and wrinkled skin ? XI LAIS TO APHRODITE {Plato) When I, poor Lais, with my crown Of beauty could laugh Hellas down. Young lovers crowded at my door. Where now my lovers come no more.
text_transcription: SINCE TIME BEGAN WITH WOMEN BUT OLD AGE AND WRINKLED SKIN ELEVEN LIES TO APHRODITE PLATO WHEN I POOR LIES WITH MY CROWN OF BEAUTY COULD LAUGH HELLAS DOWN YOUNG LOVERS CROWDED AT MY DOOR WHERE NOW MY LOVERS COME NO MORE
phonemes: sˈɪns tˈaɪm bɪɡˈæn wɪð wˈɪmɪn, bˌʌt ˈoʊld ˈeɪdʒ ænd ɹˈɪŋkəld skˈɪn ? ɹˌoʊmən ɪlˈɛvən lˈaɪz tuː ˌæfɹədˈaɪɾi {plˈɑːɾoʊ) wˌɛn ˈaɪ, pˈʊɹ lˈaɪz, wɪð maɪ kɹˈaʊn ʌv bjˈuːɾi kʊd lˈæf hˈɛləz dˈaʊn. jˈʌŋ lˈʌvɚz kɹˈaʊdᵻd æt maɪ dˈɔːɹ. wˌɛɹ nˈaʊ maɪ lˈʌvɚz kˈʌm nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ.