text_original: Who cannot rest till he good fellows finde, He breaks up house, turns out of doores his minde. In clothes, cheap handsomenesse doth bear the bell. Wisdome's a trimmer thing than shop e'er gave.
text_transcription: WHO CANNOT REST TILL HE GOOD FELLOWS FIND HE BREAKS UP HOUSE TURNS OUT OF DOORS HIS MIND IN CLOTHES CHEAP HANDSOMENESS DOTH BEAR THE BELL WISDOM'S A TRIMMER THING THAN SHOP EVER GAVE
phonemes: hˌuː kænˈɑːt ɹˈɛst tˈɪl hiː ɡˈʊd fˈɛloʊz fˈaɪnd, hiː bɹˈeɪks ˌʌp hˈaʊs, tˈɜːnz ˌaʊɾəv dˈɔːɹz hɪz mˈaɪnd. ɪn klˈoʊðz, tʃˈiːp hˈændsoʊmnˌɛs dʌθ bˈɛɹ ðə bˈɛl. wˈɪsdoʊmz ɐ tɹˈɪmɚ θˈɪŋ ðɐn ʃˈɑːp ˈɛɹ ɡˈeɪv.