text_original: And as life grows older, and therefore sadder (Though sweeter maybe with its autumn haze), I find more pleasure in watching the gladder And lighter order of humorous plays. Where the mirth is as mad, or maybe madder, Than the mirth of my lost days.
text_transcription: AND AS LIFE GROWS OLDER AND THEREFORE SADDER THOUGH SWEETER MAY BE WITH ITS AUTUMN HAZE I FIND MORE PLEASURE IN WATCHING THE GLADDER AND BLIGHTER ORDER OF HUMOROUS PLACE WHERE THE MIRTH IS AS MAD OR MAY BE MADDER THAN THE MIRTH OF MY LOST DAYS
phonemes: ænd æz lˈaɪf ɡɹˈoʊz ˈoʊldɚ, ænd ðˈɛɹfɔːɹ sˈædɚ (ðˌoʊ swˈiːɾɚ mˈeɪbiː wɪð ɪts ˈɔːɾʌm hˈeɪz), aɪ fˈaɪnd mˈɔːɹ plˈɛʒɚɹ ɪn wˈɑːtʃɪŋ ðə ɡlˈædɚ ænd lˈaɪɾɚɹ ˈɔːɹdɚɹ ʌv hjˈuːmɚɹəs plˈeɪz. wˌɛɹ ðə mˈɜːθ ɪz æz mˈæd, ɔːɹ mˈeɪbiː mˈædɚ, ðɐn ðə mˈɜːθ ʌv maɪ lˈɔst dˈeɪz.