text_original: You paltry meddler, prate no more, I write my stories at my ease. Easier to sit and plan a score, Than such a one as you to please. Fastidious men and overwise, There's nothing ever satisfies.
text_transcription: YOU PALTRY MEDDLER PRAY NO MORE I WRITE MY STORIES AT MY EASE EASIER TO SIT AND PLAN A SCORE THAN SUCH A ONE AS YOU TO PLEASE FASTIDIOUS MAN AND OVERWISE THERE'S NOTHING EVER SATISFIES
phonemes: juː pˈɔːltɹi mˈɛdlɚ, pɹˈeɪt nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ, aɪ ɹˈaɪt maɪ stˈɔːɹiz æt maɪ ˈiːz. ˈiːziɚ tə sˈɪt ænd plˈæn ɐ skˈɔːɹ, ðɐn sˈʌtʃ ɐ wˈʌn æz juː tə plˈiːz. fæstˈɪdiəs mˈɛn ænd ˈoʊvɚwˌaɪz, ðɛɹz nˈʌθɪŋ ˈɛvɚ sˈæɾɪsfˌaɪz.