text_original: Yet the poor were not always grateful, for once when prices rose they crowded in upon him in the Forum and pelted him with hard words and crusts of bread, till he was glad to slink not always out by a back door to his palace.
text_transcription: YET THE POOR WERE NOT ALWAYS GRATEFUL FOR ONCE WHEN PRICES ROSE THEY CROWDED IN UPON HIM IN THE FORM AND PELTED HIM WITH HARD WORDS AND CRUSTS OF BREAD TILL HE WAS GLAD TO SLINK OUT BY A BACK DOOR TO HIS PALACE
phonemes: jˈɛt ðə pˈʊɹ wɜː nˌɑːt ˈɔːlweɪz ɡɹˈeɪtfəl, fɔːɹ wˈʌns wɛn pɹˈaɪsᵻz ɹˈoʊz ðeɪ kɹˈaʊdᵻd ɪn əpˌɑːn hˌɪm ɪnðə fˈɔːɹəm ænd pˈɛltᵻd hˌɪm wɪð hˈɑːɹd wˈɜːdz ænd kɹˈʌsts ʌv bɹˈɛd, tˈɪl hiː wʌz ɡlˈæd tə slˈɪŋk nˌɑːt ˈɔːlweɪz ˈaʊt baɪ ɐ bˈæk dˈɔːɹ tə hɪz pˈælɪs.