text_original: "Well done!" the Wolf growled, to himself reflecting: "Each one should stick to his own trade. My claws Were made for butchery, not herb collecting." [Illustration] FABLE LXXXIV. THE SAYING OF SOCRATES.
text_transcription: WELL DONE THE WOLF GROWLED TO HIMSELF REFLECTING EACH ONE SHOULD STICK TO HIS OWN TRADE MY CLAWS WERE MADE FOR BUTCHERY NOT HERB COLLECTING FABLE EIGHTY FOUR THE SAYING OF SOCRATES
phonemes: "wˈɛl dˈʌn!" ðə wˈʊlf ɡɹˈaʊld, tə hɪmsˈɛlf ɹᵻflˈɛktɪŋ: "ˈiːtʃ wˈʌn ʃˌʊd stˈɪk tə hɪz ˈoʊn tɹˈeɪd. maɪ klˈɔːz wɜː mˌeɪd fɔːɹ bˈʊtʃɚɹi, nˌɑːt ˈɜːb kəlˈɛktɪŋ." [ˌɪləstɹˈeɪʃən] fˈeɪbəl ˌɛlˌɛksˈɛkszˈɪv. ðə sˈeɪɪŋ ʌv sˈɑːkɹɐtˌiːz.