text_original: It was noted that at the last no philo  sopher stood at his bedside to whisper words and died of comfort or dwell on hopes of immortality, [ndiffer. but that true, even in death, to his ignoble, e^ce. godless creed, he amused himself as the streams of life were ebbing with frivolous epigrams and wanton verses.
text_transcription: IT WAS NOTED THAT AT THE LAST NO PHILOSOPHER STOOD AT HIS BEDSIDE TO WHISPER WORDS OF COMFORT OR DWELL ON HOPES OF IMMORTALITY BUT THAT TRUE EVEN IN DEATH TO HIS IGNOBLE GODLESS CREED HE AMUSED HIMSELF AS THE STREAMS OF LIFE WERE EBBING WITH FRIVOLOUS EPIGRAMS AND WANTON VERSES
phonemes: ɪt wʌz nˈoʊɾᵻd ðæt æt ðə lˈæst nˈoʊ fˈiːloʊ sˈoʊfɚ stˈʊd æt hɪz bˈɛdsaɪd tə wˈɪspɚ wˈɜːdz ænd dˈaɪd ʌv kˈʌmfɚt ɔːɹ dwˈɛl ˌɔn hˈoʊps ʌv ɪmɔːɹtˈælᵻɾi, [ˈɛndˈɪfɚ. bˌʌt ðæt tɹˈuː, ˈiːvən ɪn dˈɛθ, tə hɪz ɪɡnˈoʊbəl, ˈiː sˈiː. ɡˈɑːdləs kɹˈiːd, hiː ɐmjˈuːzd hɪmsˈɛlf æz ðə stɹˈiːmz ʌv lˈaɪf wɜːɹ ˈɛbɪŋ wɪð fɹˈɪvələs ˈɛpɪɡɹˌæmz ænd wˈɔntən vˈɜːsᵻz.