text_original: Thanks to the genius of William Hogarth, we all know exactly how Simon Fraser, the bad Lord Lovat, looked in those last days of his life when he lay in prison, his old body weak with many in  firmities, and his old spirit still scheming and hoping for the reprieve that did not come.
text_transcription: THANKS TO THE GENIUS OF WILLIAM HOGARTH WE ALL KNOW EXACTLY HOW SIMON FRASER THE BAD LORD LOVETT LOOKED IN THOSE LAST DAYS OF HIS LIFE WHEN HE LAY IN PRISON HIS OLD BODY WEAK WITH MANY INFIRMITIES AND HIS OLD SPIRIT STILL SCHEMING AND HOPING FOR THE REPRIEVE THAT DID NOT COME
phonemes: θˈæŋks tə ðə dʒˈiːnɪəs ʌv wˈɪljəm hˈɑːɡɑːɹθ, wiː ˈɔːl nˈoʊ ɛɡzˈæktli hˌaʊ sˈaɪmən fɹˈeɪsɚ, ðə bˈæd lˈɔːɹd lˈʌvæt, lˈʊkt ɪn ðoʊz lˈæst dˈeɪz ʌv hɪz lˈaɪf wɛn hiː lˈeɪ ɪn pɹˈɪzən, hɪz ˈoʊld bˈɑːdi wˈiːk wɪð mˈɛni ɪn fˈɜːmᵻɾiz, ænd hɪz ˈoʊld spˈɪɹɪt stˈɪl skˈiːmɪŋ ænd hˈoʊpɪŋ fɚðə ɹᵻpɹˈiːv ðæt dɪdnˌɑːt kˈʌm.