text_original: A love of the human species is a very vague and indefinite kind of virtue, sitting very easily on a man, not confining his actions at all, shining in print, or exploding in paragraphs, after which efforts of benevolence the philanthropist is some  times said to go home and be no better than his neighbors.
text_transcription: A LOVE OF THE HUMAN SPECIES IS A VERY VAGUE AND INDEFINITE KIND OF VIRTUE SITTING VERY EASILY ON A MAN NOT CONFINING HIS ACTIONS AT ALL SHINING IN PRINT OR EXPLODING IN PARAGRAPHS AFTER WHICH EFFORTS OF BENEVOLENCE THE PHILANTHROPIST IS SOMETIMES SAID TO GO HOME AND BE NO BETTER THAN HIS NEIGHBORS
phonemes: ɐ lˈʌv ʌvðə hjˈuːmən spˈiːsiːz ɪz ɐ vˈɛɹi vˈeɪɡ ænd ɪndˈɛfɪnət kˈaɪnd ʌv vˈɜːtʃuː, sˈɪɾɪŋ vˈɛɹi ˈiːzili ˌɔn ɐ mˈæn, nˌɑːt kənfˈaɪnɪŋ hɪz ˈækʃənz æɾ ˈɔːl, ʃˈaɪnɪŋ ɪn pɹˈɪnt, ɔːɹ ɛksplˈoʊdɪŋ ɪn pˈæɹəɡɹˌæfz, ˈæftɚ wˌɪtʃ ˈɛfɚts ʌv bənˈɛvələns ðə fɪlˈænθɹəpˌɪst ɪz sˌʌm tˈaɪmz sˈɛd tə ɡˌoʊ hˈoʊm ænd biː nˈoʊ bˈɛɾɚ ðɐn hɪz nˈeɪbɚz.