text_original: When Mischief made the Spider and the Gout, "My daughters," said she, "you may clearly vaunt That nowhere in a human haunt Are there two plagues more staunch and stout; Come, choose your dwellings where you would abide: Here are the hovels  narrow, dark, and poor, And there the palaces all gilt with pride, You have your choice  now, what can I say more?
text_transcription: WHEN MISCHIEF MADE THE SPIDER AND THE GOUT MY DAUGHTERS SAID SHE YOU MAY CLEARLY VAUNT THAT NOWHERE IN A HUMAN HAUNT ARE THERE TWO PLAGUES MORE STAUNCH AND STOUT COME CHOOSE YOUR DWELLINGS WHERE YOU WOULD ABIDE HERE ARE THE HOVELS NARROW DARK AND POOR AND THERE THE PALACE IS ALL GILT WITH PRIDE YOU HAVE YOUR CHOICE NOW WHAT CAN I SAY MORE
phonemes: wˌɛn mˈɪstʃɪf mˌeɪd ðə spˈaɪdɚ ænd ðə ɡˈaʊt, "maɪ dˈɔːɾɚz," sˈɛd ʃiː, "juː mˈeɪ klˈɪɹli vˈɔːnt ðæt nˈoʊwɛɹ ɪn ɐ hjˈuːmən hˈɔːnt ɑːɹ ðɛɹ tˈuː plˈeɪɡz mˈɔːɹ stˈɔːntʃ ænd stˈaʊt; kˈʌm, tʃˈuːz jʊɹ dwˈɛlɪŋz wˌɛɹ juː wʊd ɐbˈaɪd: hˈɪɹ ɑːɹ ðə hˈɑːvəlz nˈæɹoʊ, dˈɑːɹk, ænd pˈʊɹ, ænd ðɛɹ ðə pˈælɪsᵻz ˈɔːl ɡˈɪlt wɪð pɹˈaɪd, juː hæv jʊɹ tʃˈɔɪs nˈaʊ, wˌʌt kæn aɪ sˈeɪ mˈɔːɹ?