text_original: Here is the lottery prescribed by law, Come, daughters, draw." "The hovel's not my place," the Spider says; Her sister hates the palace, for the Gout Sees men called doctors creeping in and out, They would not leave her half an hour at ease: She crawls and rests upon a poor man's toe, Just so, And says, "I shall now do whate'er I please. No struggles longer with Hippocrates!
text_transcription: HERE IS THE LOTTERY PRESCRIBED BY LAW COME DAUGHTERS DRAW THE HOVELT'S NOT MY PLACE THE SPIDER SAYS HER SISTER HATES THE PALACE FOR THE GOUT SEES MEN CALL DOCTORS CREEPING IN AND OUT THEY WOULD NOT LEAVE HER HALF AN HOUR AT EASE SHE CRAWLS AND RESTS UPON A POOR MAN'S TOE JUST SO AND SAYS I SHALL NOW DO WHATEVER I PLEASE NO STRUGGLES LONGER WITH HIPPOCRATES
phonemes: hˈɪɹ ɪz ðə lˈɑːɾɚɹi pɹɪskɹˈaɪbd baɪ lˈɔː, kˈʌm, dˈɔːɾɚz, dɹˈɔː." "ðə hˈɑːvəlz nˌɑːt maɪ plˈeɪs," ðə spˈaɪdɚ sˈɛz; hɜː sˈɪstɚ hˈeɪts ðə pˈælɪs, fɚðə ɡˈaʊt sˈiːz mˈɛn kˈɔːld dˈɑːktɚz kɹˈiːpɪŋ ɪn ænd ˈaʊt, ðeɪ wʊd nˌɑːt lˈiːv hɜː hˈæf ɐn ˈaʊɚɹ æɾ ˈiːz: ʃiː kɹˈɔːlz ænd ɹˈɛsts əpˌɑːn ɐ pˈʊɹ mˈænz tˈoʊ, dʒˈʌst sˈoʊ, ænd sˈɛz, "aɪʃˌɐl nˈaʊ dˈuː wˈʌɾɛɹ aɪ plˈiːz. nˈoʊ stɹˈʌɡəlz lˈɔŋɡɚ wɪð hɪpˈɑːkɹɐtˌiːz!