Pondering o’er cases—sallow were his looks,
And midnight thought had worn him to the bone;
And in his sombre chambers lay confused,
Black dusty papers, “general issues” here,
“Demurrers special” there—matter apt to teach
That, to our noble law, justice and form
Alike are dear—and o’er his shelves
A beggarly account of dusty volumes—
Wentworth, and Coke, and Saunders—old editions all,
With a few numbers of the late reports,