text_original: After wits are dearely bought, Let thy fore wit guide thy thought, Time weares all his locks before, Take thou hold upon his forehead; When he flies, he turnes no more, And behind his scalpe is naked.
text_transcription: AFTER WITS ARE DEARLY BOUGHT LET THY FOREWIT GUIDE THY THOUGHT TIME WEARS ALL HIS LOCKS BEFORE TAKE THOU HOLD UPON HIS FOREHEAD WHEN HE FLIES HE TURNS NO MORE AND BEHIND HIS SCALP IS NAKED
phonemes: ˈæftɚ wˈɪts ɑːɹ dˈɪɹli bˈɔːt, lˈɛt ðˌaɪ fˈɔːɹ wˈɪt ɡˈaɪd ðˌaɪ θˈɔːt, tˈaɪm wˈɛɹz ˈɔːl hɪz lˈɑːks bᵻfˈɔːɹ, tˈeɪk ðˈaʊ hˈoʊld əpˌɑːn hɪz fˈɔːɹhɛd; wˌɛn hiː flˈaɪz, hiː tˈɜːnz nˈoʊmˌɔːɹ, ænd bᵻhˌaɪnd hɪz skˈælp ɪz nˈeɪkᵻd.