text_original: Ah! had you taught me to perform Due labor for the common weal! Then, sheltered from the adverse wind, The worm and ant had learned to grow; Ay,  then I might have loved my kind;   The aged beggar dies your bitter foe!
text_transcription: AH HAD YOU TAUGHT ME TO PERFORM DUE LABOR FOR THE COMMON WHEEL THEN SHELTERED FROM THE ADVERSE WIND THE WORM AND END HAD LEARNED TO GROW AY THEN I MIGHT HAVE LOVED MY KIND THE AGED BEGGAR DIES YOUR BITTER
phonemes: ˈɑː! hæd juː tˈɔːt mˌiː tə pɚfˈɔːɹm dˈuː lˈeɪbɚ fɚðə kˈɑːmən wˈiːl! ðˈɛn, ʃˈɛltɚd fɹʌmðɪ ædvˈɜːs wˈɪnd, ðə wˈɜːm ænd ˈænt hæd lˈɜːnd tə ɡɹˈoʊ; ˈaɪ,  ðˈɛn aɪ mˌaɪthɐv lˈʌvd maɪ kˈaɪnd;   ðɪ ˈeɪdʒd bˈɛɡɚ dˈaɪz jʊɹ bˈɪɾɚ fˈoʊ!