text_original: The Satyr answered, with a sneer, "Then, we can do without you here. "Beneath my roof you shall not sleep; I scorn such company to keep. All people in contempt I hold, Who first blow hot, and then blow cold!"
text_transcription: THE SETTIER ANSWERED WITH A SNEER THAN WE CAN DO WITHOUT YOU HERE BENEATH MY ROOF YOU SHALL NOT SLEEP I SCORN SUCH COMPANY TO KEEP ALL PEOPLE IN CONTEMPT I HOLD WHO FIRST BLOW HOT AND THEN BLOW COLD
phonemes: ðə sˈæɾɚɹ ˈænsɚd, wɪð ɐ snˈɪɹ, "ðˈɛn, wiː kæn dˈuː wɪðˌaʊt juː hˈɪɹ. "bᵻnˌiːθ maɪ ɹˈuːf juː ʃˌæl nˌɑːt slˈiːp; aɪ skˈɔːɹn sˈʌtʃ kˈʌmpəni tə kˈiːp. ˈɔːl pˈiːpəl ɪn kəntˈɛmpt aɪ hˈoʊld, hˌuː fˈɜːst blˈoʊ hˈɑːt, ænd ðˈɛn blˈoʊ kˈoʊld!"