text_original: I wish but what I have at will ; I wander not to seeke for more ; I like the plaine, I clime no hill ; In greatest stormes I sitte on shore, And laugh at them that toile in vaine To get what must be lost againe.
text_transcription: I WISH BUT WHAT I HAVE AT WILL I WONDER NOT TO SEEK FOR MORE I LIKE THE PLAIN I CLIMB NO HILL IN GREATEST STORMERS I SIT ON SHORE AND LAUGH AT THEM THAT TOIL IN VAIN TO GET WHAT MUST BE LOST AGAIN
phonemes: aɪ wˈɪʃ bˌʌt wʌt aɪ hæv ɐtwˈɪl ; aɪ wˈɔndɚ nˌɑːt tə sˈiːk fɔːɹ mˈɔːɹ ; aɪ lˈaɪk ðə plˈeɪn, aɪ klˈaɪm nˈoʊ hˈɪl ; ɪn ɡɹˈeɪɾɪst stˈɔːɹmz aɪ sˈɪt ˌɔn ʃˈɔːɹ, ænd lˈæf æt ðˌɛm ðæt tˈɔɪl ɪn vˈeɪn tə ɡɛt wʌt mˈʌst biː lˈɔst ˈæɡeɪn.