text_original: Come, quit those covetous thoughts, those knitted brows, Think on the last black embers, while you may, And be for once unwise. When time allows, 'Tis sweet the fool to play.
text_transcription: COME QUIT THOSE COVETOUS THOUGHTS THOSE KNITTED BROWS THINK ON THE LAST BLACK EMBERS WHILE YOU MAY AND BE FOR ONCE UNWISE WHEN TIME ALLOWS TIS SWEET THE FOOL TO PLAY
phonemes: kˈʌm, kwˈɪt ðoʊz kˈʌvəɾəs θˈɔːts, ðoʊz nˈɪɾᵻd bɹˈaʊz, θˈɪŋk ɔnðə lˈæst blˈæk ˈɛmbɚz, wˌaɪl juː mˈeɪ, ænd biː fɔːɹ wˈʌns ʌnwˈaɪz. wˌɛn tˈaɪm ɐlˈaʊz, tˈɪz swˈiːt ðə fˈuːl tə plˈeɪ.