text_original: Perhaps this mystic head is naught But such as one might bear away; And if the latter be the truth, Success were honour small, in sooth. The whole thing is so plain a trick, I'll leave it. Come, my friend, be quick."
text_transcription: PERHAPS THIS MYSTIC HEAD IS NOUGHT BUT SUCH AS ONE MIGHT BEAR AWAY AND IF THE LATTER BE THE TRUTH SUCCESS WERE HONOUR SMALL IN SOOTH THE WHOLE THING IS SO PLAIN A TRICK I'LL LEAVE IT COME MY FRIEND BE QUICK
phonemes: pɚhˈæps ðɪs mˈɪstɪk hˈɛd ɪz nˈɔːt bˌʌt sˈʌtʃ ɐz wˈʌn mˌaɪt bˈɛɹ ɐwˈeɪ; ænd ɪf ðə lˈæɾɚ biː ðə tɹˈuːθ, səksˈɛs wɜːɹ ˈɑːnɚ smˈɔːl, ɪn sˈuːθ. ðə hˈoʊl θˈɪŋ ɪz sˌoʊ plˈeɪn ɐ tɹˈɪk, aɪl lˈiːv ɪt. kˈʌm, maɪ fɹˈɛnd, biː kwˈɪk."