text_original: Just what you hear, you have ; and what 's unknown The same (my lord) if Tully's, or your own. All that we feel of it begins and ends In the small circle of our foes or friends ; To all beside, as much an empty shade A Eugene living as a Caesar dead ; Alike or when or where they shone or shine, Or on the Rubicon, or on the Rhine.
text_transcription: JUST WHAT YOU HEAR YOU HAVE AND WHAT'S UNKNOWN THE SAME MY LORD IF TALLIES OR YOUR OWN ALL THAT WE FEEL OF IT BEGINS AND ENDS IN THE SMALL CIRCLE OF OUR FOES OR FRIENDS TO ALL BESIDE AS MUCH AN EMPTY SHADE A EUGENE LIVING AS THE SEAS ARE DEAD ALIKE OR WHEN OR WHERE THEY SHONE OR SHINE OR ON THE RUBICON OR ON THE RHINE
phonemes: dʒˈʌst wʌt juː hˈɪɹ, juː hˈæv ; ænd wʌt ˈɛs ʌnnˈoʊn ðə sˈeɪm (maɪ lˈɔːɹd) ɪf tˈʌliz, ɔːɹ jʊɹ ˈoʊn. ˈɔːl ðæt wiː fˈiːl ʌv ɪt bɪɡˈɪnz ænd ˈɛndz ɪnðə smˈɔːl sˈɜːkəl ʌv ˌaʊɚ fˈoʊz ɔːɹ fɹˈɛndz ; tʊ ˈɔːl bᵻsˈaɪd, æz mˈʌtʃ ɐn ˈɛmpti ʃˈeɪd ɐ jˈuːdʒiːn lˈɪvɪŋ æz ɐ sˈiːzɚ dˈɛd ; ɐlˈaɪk ɔːɹ wɛn ɔːɹ wˌɛɹ ðeɪ ʃˈɑːn ɔːɹ ʃˈaɪn, ɔːɹ ɔnðə ɹˈuːbɪkən, ɔːɹ ɔnðə ɹˈaɪn.