text_original: I scorne no poore, I feare no rich ; I feele no want, nor have too much. The court ne cart I like ne loath, — Extreames are counted worst of all ; The golden meane betwixt them both Doth surest sit, and feares no fall ; THOUGHT: POETRY: BOOKS. 327 This is my choyce; for why, I finde No wealth is like a quiet minde.
text_transcription: I SCORN NO POORER I FEAR NO RICH I FEEL NO WANT NOR HAVE TOO MUCH THE COURT KNEE CART I LIKE KNEE LOATHE EXTREMORS ARE COUNTED WORST OF ALL THE GOLDEN MEAN BETWIXT THEM BOTH DOTH SUREST IT AND FEARS NO FALL THIS IS MY CHOICER FOR WHY I FIND NO WEALTH IS LIKE A QUIET MIND
phonemes: aɪ skˈɔːɹn nˈoʊ pˈʊɹ, aɪ fˈɪɹ nˈoʊ ɹˈɪtʃ ; aɪ fˈiːl nˈoʊ wˈɔnt, nˈɔːɹ hæv tˈuː mʌtʃ. ðə kˈɔːɹt nˈiː kˈɑːɹt aɪ lˈaɪk nˈiː lˈoʊθ, — ɛkstɹˈiːmz ɑːɹ kˈaʊntᵻd wˈɜːst ʌv ˈɔːl ; ðə ɡˈoʊldən mˈiːn bᵻtwˈɪkst ðˌɛm bˈoʊθ dʌθ ʃˈʊɹɹəst sˈɪt, ænd fˈɪɹz nˈoʊ fˈɔːl ; θˈɔːt: pˈoʊɪtɹi: bˈʊks. θɹˈiːhˈʌndɹɪd twˈɛnti sˈɛvən ðɪs ɪz maɪ tʃˈɔɪs; fɔːɹ wˈaɪ, aɪ fˈaɪnd nˈoʊ wˈɛlθ ɪz lˈaɪk ɐ kwˈaɪət mˈaɪnd.