text_original: A follower of Bacchus hurt his purse, His health, his mind, and still grew each day worse; Such people, ere they've run one half their course, Drain all their fortune for their mad expenses.
text_transcription: A FOLLOWER OF BACCHUS HEARD HIS PURSE HIS HEALTH HIS MIND AND STILL GREW EACH DAY WORSE SUCH PEOPLE ERE THEY RUN ONE HALF THEIR COURSE DRAIN ALL THEIR FORTUNE FOR THEIR MAD EXPENSES
phonemes: ɐ fˈɑːloʊɚɹ ʌv bˈækəs hˈɜːt hɪz pˈɜːs, hɪz hˈɛlθ, hɪz mˈaɪnd, ænd stˈɪl ɡɹˈuː ˈiːtʃ dˈeɪ wˈɜːs; sˈʌtʃ pˈiːpəl, ˈɛɹ ðeɪv ɹˈʌn wˈʌn hˈæf ðɛɹ kˈɔːɹs, dɹˈeɪn ˈɔːl ðɛɹ fˈɔːɹtʃʊn fɔːɹ ðɛɹ mˈæd ɛkspˈɛnsᵻz.