text_original: Take holiday A little while from wondering, and play. And I shall be the lover at your lips, Or now the thirsty babe that lies at morn Upon your crowned breasts, with what sweet sips It draws the honey forth. Ah ! to be born So very wise in ignorance, and die Unquiet for knowing nothing, you and I.
text_transcription: TAKE HOLIDAY A LITTLE WHILE FROM WANDERING AND PLAY AND I SHALL BE THE LOVER AT YOUR LIPS OR NOW THE THIRSTY BABE THAT LIES AT MORN UPON YOUR CROWN IT BREASTS WITH WHAT SWEET SIPS IT DRAWS THE HONEY FORTH AH TO BE BORNE SO VERY WISE IN IGNORANCE AND DIE UNQUIET FOR KNOWING NOTHING YOU AND I
phonemes: tˈeɪk hˈɑːlɪdˌeɪ ɐ lˈɪɾəl wˌaɪl fɹʌm wˈʌndɚɹɪŋ, ænd plˈeɪ. ænd aɪʃˌɐl biː ðə lˈʌvɚɹ æt jʊɹ lˈɪps, ɔːɹ nˈaʊ ðə θˈɜːsti bˈeɪb ðæt lˈaɪz æt mˈɔːɹn əpˌɑːn jʊɹ kɹˈaʊnd bɹˈɛsts, wɪð wʌt swˈiːt sˈɪps ɪt dɹˈɔːz ðə hˈʌni fˈɔːɹθ. ˈɑː ! təbi bˈɔːɹn sˌoʊ vˈɛɹi wˈaɪz ɪn ˈɪɡnɚɹəns, ænd dˈaɪ ʌŋkwˈaɪət fɔːɹ nˈoʊɪŋ nˈʌθɪŋ, juː ænd ˈaɪ.