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CANTO I.] He could raise scruples dark and nice, And after solve 'em in a trice; As if Divinity had catch'd The itch, on purpose to be scratch'd; Or, like a mountebank, did wound And stab herself with doubts profound, Only to show with how small pain The sores of Faith are cured again; Although by woful proof we find They always leave a scar behind. He knew the seat of Paradise, Could tell in what degree it lies; And, as he was disposed, could prove it, Below the moon, or else above it: What Adam dreamt of, when his bride Came from her closet in his side: Whether the devil tempted her By a High-Dutch interpreter: If either of them had a navel; Who first made music malleable: