text_original: If love but learned how soon life treads its measure, How short and swift its hours when all is told, Each kiss and tender word 'twould count and treasure, As misers count their gold.
text_transcription: IF LOVE BUT LEARNED HOW SOON LIFE TREADS ITS MEASURE HOW SHORT AND SWIFT ITS HOURS WHEN ALL IS TOLD EACH KISS AND TENDER WORD TWOULD COUNT AND TREASURE AS MISERS COUNT THEIR GOLD
phonemes: ɪf lˈʌv bˌʌt lˈɜːnd hˌaʊ sˈuːn lˈaɪf tɹˈɛdz ɪts mˈɛʒɚ, hˌaʊ ʃˈɔːɹt ænd swˈɪft ɪts ˈaʊɚz wɛn ˈɔːl ɪz tˈoʊld, ˈiːtʃ kˈɪs ænd tˈɛndɚ wˈɜːd twˈʊd kˈaʊnt ænd tɹˈɛʒɚ, æz mˈaɪzɚz kˈaʊnt ðɛɹ ɡˈoʊld.