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It is less dishonor to hear imperfectly than to speak imperfectly. The ears are excused the understanding is not.

Ben Jonson

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Ben Jonson
Age: 65 †
Born: 1572
Born: June 21
Died: 1637
Died: August 6
Actor
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Writer
City of Westminster
Benjamin Jonson
Ears
Hear
Understanding
Less
Excused
Speak
Imperfectly
Dishonor
Wit

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