text_original: And come down, with our little all of dust, That dun of all the duns to satisfy: To leave life's pleasant city as we must, In Death's most dreary spunging house to lie, Where even all our personals must go To pay the debt of nature that we owe!
text_transcription: AND COME DOWN WITH OUR LITTLE ALL OF DUST THAT DONE OF ALL THE DUNS TO SATISFY TO LEAVE LIFE'S PLEASANT CITY AS WE MUST IN DEATH'S MOST DREARY SPONGING HOUSE TO LIE WHERE EVEN ALL OUR PERSONALS MUST GO TO PAY THE DEBT OF NATURE THAT WE OWE
phonemes: ænd kˈʌm dˈaʊn, wɪð ˌaʊɚ lˈɪɾəl ˈɔːl ʌv dˈʌst, ðæt dˈʌn ʌv ˈɔːl ðə dˈʌnz tə sˈæɾɪsfˌaɪ: tə lˈiːv lˈaɪfz plˈɛzənt sˈɪɾi æz wiː mˈʌst, ɪn dˈɛθz mˈoʊst dɹˈɪɹi spˈʌndʒɪŋ hˈaʊs tə lˈaɪ, wˌɛɹ ˈiːvən ˈɔːl ˌaʊɚ pˈɜːsənəlz mˈʌst ɡˌoʊ tə pˈeɪ ðə dˈɛt ʌv nˈeɪtʃɚ ðæt wiː ˈoʊ!