Let me (tho' Lawyers may perhaps forbid
Their Monarch to behold what they wish hid,
And, for the purposes of knavish gain,
Would have their trade a mystery remain)
Let me, disdaining all such slavish awe,
Dive to the very bottom of the Law;
Let me (the weak, dead letter left behind)
Search out the Principles, the Spirit find,
Till, from the parts, made master of the whole,
I see the  very Soul.