text_original: Lucan lost not his life only, but his honour, for when his fears were worked unon 1 18 The Earlier Empire. a.d. 54 6S. he gave evidence against his friends, and even denounced ^ his mother as an accomplice in the plot bSthHfeand We Can have little pity when we read that honour. could not save his life even by such means, nor can we feel interest in the affected calmness with which, in his last moments, he recited from his poem an account of death agonies somewhat like his own.
text_transcription: LUCAN LOST NOT HIS LIFE ONLY BUT HIS HONOR FOR WHEN HIS FEARS WERE WORKED UPON HE GAVE EVIDENCE AGAINST HIS FRIENDS AND EVEN DENOUNCED HIS MOTHER AS AN ACCOMPLICE IN THE PLOT WE CAN HAVE LITTLE PITY WHEN WE READ THAT HE COULD NOT SAVE HIS LIFE EVEN BY SUCH MEANS NOR CAN WE FEEL INTEREST IN THE AFFECTED CALMNESS WITH WHICH IN HIS LAST MOMENTS HE RECITED FROM HIS POEM AN ACCOUNT OF DEATH AGONIES SOMEWHAT LIKE HIS OWN
phonemes: lˈuːkən lˈɔst nˌɑːt hɪz lˈaɪf ˈoʊnli, bˌʌt hɪz ˈɑːnɚ, fɔːɹ wɛn hɪz fˈɪɹz wɜː wˈɜːkt ʌnˌɔn wˈʌn ˈeɪtiːn ðɪ ˈɜːlɪɚɹ ˈɛmpaɪɚ. ˈeɪ.dˈiː. fˈɪfti fˈɔːɹ sˈɪks ᵻz. hiː ɡˈeɪv ˈɛvɪdəns ɐɡˈɛnst hɪz fɹˈɛndz, ænd ˈiːvən dᵻnˈaʊnst hɪz mˈʌðɚɹ æz ɐn ɐkˈɑːmplɪs ɪnðə plˈɑːt bˈiː ˌɛstˌiːˈeɪtʃ ˈeɪtʃfˈiːnd wiː kæn hæv lˈɪɾəl pˈɪɾi wɛn wiː ɹˈiːd ðæt ˈɑːnɚ. kʊd nˌɑːt sˈeɪv hɪz lˈaɪf ˈiːvən baɪ sˈʌtʃ mˈiːnz, nˈɔːɹ kæn wiː fˈiːl ˈɪntɹɛst ɪnðɪ ɐfˈɛktᵻd kˈɑːmnəs wɪð wˈɪtʃ, ɪn hɪz lˈæst mˈoʊmənts, hiː ɹᵻsˈaɪɾᵻd fɹʌm hɪz pˈoʊᵻm ɐn ɐkˈaʊnt ʌv dˈɛθ ˈæɡəniz sˈʌmwʌt lˈaɪk hɪz ˈoʊn.