text_original: Hadrian was a master in the fence of words, and could hit hard in repartees, as when a tippling poet wrote of him in jesting strain, ' I should not like to be a Caesar, roaming through the wilds of Britain, suffering from Scythian frosts,^ he answered in the same metre, * I should not like to be a Florus, wandering among the taverns and keeping pothouse company.
text_transcription: HADRIAN WAS A MASTER IN THE FENCE OF WORDS AND COULD HIT HARD IN REPARTEES AS WHEN A TIPPLING POET WROTE OF HIM IN JESTING STRAIN I SHOULD NOT LIKE TO BE A CAESAR ROAMING THROUGH THE WILDS OF BRITAIN SUFFERING FROM SCYTHIAN FROSTS HE ANSWERED IN THE SAME METRE I SHOULD NOT LIKE TO BE OF FLORUS WANDERING AMONG THE TAVERNS AND KEEPING POT HOUSE COMPANY
phonemes: hˈeɪdɹiən wʌzɐ mˈæstɚɹ ɪnðə fˈɛns ʌv wˈɜːdz, ænd kʊd hˈɪt hˈɑːɹd ɪn ɹˌɛpɑːɹtˈeɪz, æz wɛn ɐ tˈɪplɪŋ pˈoʊɪt ɹˈoʊt ʌv hˌɪm ɪn dʒˈɛstɪŋ stɹˈeɪn, aɪ ʃˌʊd nˌɑːt lˈaɪk təbi ɐ sˈiːzɚ, ɹˈoʊmɪŋ θɹuː ðə wˈaɪldz ʌv bɹˈɪtən, sˈʌfɚɹɪŋ fɹʌm sˈaɪθiən fɹˈɔsts,hiː ˈænsɚd ɪnðə sˈeɪm mˈiːɾɚ, ˈæstɚɹˌɪsk aɪ ʃˌʊd nˌɑːt lˈaɪk təbi ɐ flˈɔːɹəs, wˈɔndɚɹɪŋ ɐmˌʌŋ ðə tˈævɚnz ænd kˈiːpɪŋ pˈɑːthaʊs kˈʌmpəni.