text_original: Many times has he told thee how gladly he would be thy helpmate, for nothing in nature delights him so much as the golden harvest of luscious fruit." "Thou meanest Vertumnus," said the nymph. Then she added, "He is, indeed, worthy of thy praise."
text_transcription: MANY TIMES HAS HE TOLD THEE HOW GLADLY HE WOULD BE THY HELPMATE NOTHING IN NATURE DELIGHTS HIM SO MUCH AS THE GOLDEN HARVEST OF LUSCIOUS FRUIT THOU MEANEST VERTUMNUS SAID THE NYMPH THEN SHE ADDED HE IS INDEED WORTHY OF THY PRAISE
phonemes: mˈɛni tˈaɪmz hɐz hiː tˈoʊld ðiː hˌaʊ ɡlˈædli hiː wʊd biː ðˌaɪ hˈɛlpmeɪt, fɔːɹ nˈʌθɪŋ ɪn nˈeɪtʃɚ dᵻlˈaɪts hˌɪm sˈoʊ mˌʌtʃ æz ðə ɡˈoʊldən hˈɑːɹvɪst ʌv lˈʌʃəs fɹˈuːt." "ðˈaʊ mˈiːnɪst vˈɜːɾʌmnəs," sˈɛd ðə nˈɪmf. ðˈɛn ʃiː ˈædᵻd, "hiː ɪz, ˌɪndˈiːd, wˈɜːði ʌv ðˌaɪ pɹˈeɪz."