text_original: For Lady Fortune mocks outright At human nature's dying pangs; And if by you or me made tight The rope, she laughs that some one hangs! FABLE CXC. THE SHEPHERD AND HIS FLOCK. "Alas! I see another one Of my poor foolish flock is gone! The wolf, relentless, day by day, Makes still another sheep his prey.
text_transcription: FOR LADY FORTUNE MOCKS OUTRIGHT AT HUMAN NATURE'S DYING PANGS AND IF BY YOU OR ME MAY TIGHT THE ROPE SHE LAUGHS THAT SOMEONE HANGS FABLE ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY THE SHEPHERD AND HIS FLOCK ALAS I SEE ANOTHER ONE OF MY POOR FOOLISH FLOCK IS GONE THE WOLF RELENTLESS DAY BY DAY MAKES STILL ANOTHER SHEEP HIS PREY
phonemes: fɔːɹ lˈeɪdi fˈɔːɹtʃʊn mˈɑːks aʊtɹˈaɪt æt hjˈuːmən nˈeɪtʃɚz dˈaɪɪŋ pˈæŋz; ænd ɪf baɪ juː ɔːɹ mˌiː mˌeɪd tˈaɪt ðə ɹˈoʊp, ʃiː lˈæfs ðæt sˈʌmwʌn hˈæŋz! fˈeɪbəl sˌiːˌɛkssˈiː. ðə ʃˈɛpɚd ænd hɪz flˈɑːk. "ɐlˈæs! aɪ sˈiː ɐnˈʌðɚ wˈʌn ʌv maɪ pˈʊɹ fˈuːlɪʃ flˈɑːk ɪz ɡˈɔn! ðə wˈʊlf, ɹɪlˈɛntləs, dˈeɪ baɪ dˈeɪ, mˌeɪks stˈɪl ɐnˈʌðɚ ʃˈiːp hɪz pɹˈeɪ.