text_original: As he marched along he must have heard the bitter words and angry songs of the resentful populace. The length and breadth of the land was sore against les ftiyards de Pavie. " I hate more than poison," cries Rabelais, " a man who flies when sword play 8o MARGARET OF ANG0UL:^ME. comes into fashion.
text_transcription: AS HE MARCHED ALONG HE MUST HAVE HEARD THE BITTER WORDS AND ANGRY SONGS OF THE RESENTFUL POPULACE THE LENGTH AND BREADTH OF THE LANDND ARE SORE AGAINST LES FOUYARD DE PAVILLE I HATE MORE THAN POISON CRIES RABBELAIS A MAN WHO FLIES WHEN SWORD PLAY COMES INTO FASHION
phonemes: æz hiː mˈɑːɹtʃt ɐlˈɔŋ hiː mˈʌstɐv hˈɜːd ðə bˈɪɾɚ wˈɜːdz ænd ˈæŋɡɹi sˈɔŋz ʌvðə ɹᵻzˈɛntfəl pˈɑːpjʊləs. ðə lˈɛŋθ ænd bɹˈɛdθ ʌvðə lˈænd wʌz sˈɔːɹ ɐɡˈɛnst lˈɛs ˈɛftˈɪjɑːɹdz də pˈeɪvi. " aɪ hˈeɪt mˈɔːɹ ðɐn pˈɔɪzən," kɹˈaɪz ɹˈeɪbleɪ, " ɐ mˈæn hˌuː flˈaɪz wɛn sˈɔːɹd plˈeɪ ˈeɪt ˈoʊ mˈɑːɹɡɹət ʌv ˌeɪˌɛndʒˈiː zˈiəɹoʊ ˈʊl:mˌiː. kˈʌmz ˌɪntʊ fˈæʃən.