text_original: He swears; he very likely bets; He even wears a flaming necktie; Inhales Egyptian cigarettes And has a "Mens Inconscia Recti"; Yet, spite of all, one must confess That naught succeeds like his excess. There's no occasion to be Just, No need for motives that are fine, To be Director of a Trust, Or Manager of a Combine; Your corner is a public curse, Perhaps; but it will fill your purse.
text_transcription: HE SWEARS HE VERY LIKELY BETS HE EVEN WEARS A FLAMING NECKTIE INHALES EGYPTIAN CIGARETTES AND HAS A MAN'S INCONCIAL ACTI YET SPITE OF ALL ONE MUST CONFESS THAT NOUGHT SUCCEEDS LIKE HIS EXCESS THERE'S NO OCCASION TO BE JUST NO NEED FOR MOTIVES THAT ARE FINE TO BE DIRECTOR OF A TRUST OR MANAGER OF A COMBINE YOUR CORNER IS A PUBLIC CURSE PERHAPS BUT IT WILL FILL YOUR PURSE
phonemes: hiː swˈɛɹz; hiː vˈɛɹi lˈaɪkli bˈɛts; hiː ˈiːvən wˈɛɹz ɐ flˈeɪmɪŋ nˈɛktaɪ; ɪnhˈeɪlz ɪdʒˈɪpʃən sˌɪɡɚɹˈɛts ænd hɐz ˈeɪ "mˈɛnz ɪŋkˈɑːnsiɚ ɹˈɛkti"; jˈɛt, spˈaɪt ʌv ˈɔːl, wˈʌn mˈʌst kənfˈɛs ðæt nˈɔːt səksˈiːdz lˈaɪk hɪz ɛksˈɛs. ðɛɹz nˈoʊ əkˈeɪʒən təbi dʒˈʌst, nˈoʊ nˈiːd fɔːɹ mˈoʊɾɪvz ðæt ɑːɹ fˈaɪn, təbi dᵻɹˈɛktɚɹ əvə tɹˈʌst, ɔːɹ mˈænɪdʒɚɹ əvə kəmbˈaɪn; jʊɹ kˈɔːɹnɚɹ ɪz ɐ pˈʌblɪk kˈɜːs, pɚhˈæps; bˌʌt ɪt wɪl fˈɪl jʊɹ pˈɜːs.