text_original: Better the old slow way of striving, And counting small gains when the year is done, Than to use our force and our strength in contriving, And to grasp for pleasure we have not won.
text_transcription: BETTER THE OLD SLOW WAY OF STRIVING AND COUNTING SMALL GAINS WHEN THE YEAR IS DONE THAN TO USE OUR FORCE AND OUR STRENGTH IN CONTRIVING AND TO GRASP FOR PLEASURE WE HAVE NOT WORN
phonemes: bˈɛɾɚ ðɪ ˈoʊld slˈoʊ wˈeɪ ʌv stɹˈaɪvɪŋ, ænd kˈaʊntɪŋ smˈɔːl ɡˈeɪnz wɛn ðə jˈɪɹ ɪz dˈʌn, ðɐn tə jˈuːz ˌaʊɚ fˈɔːɹs ænd ˌaʊɚ stɹˈɛŋθ ɪn kəntɹˈaɪvɪŋ, ænd tə ɡɹˈæsp fɔːɹ plˈɛʒɚ wiː hɐvnˌɑːt wˈʌn.