honour of my profession, and not much beneath the dignity of a
philosopher, to stand bawling before his own door? ---- Alive!
Alive ho! The famous Dr. Partridge! No counterfeit, but all
alive! ---- As if I had the twelve celestial monsters of the
zodiac to shew within, or was forced for a livelihood to turn
retailer to May and Bartholomew Fairs. Therefore, if Her Majesty
would but graciously be pleased to think a hardship of this
nature worthy her royal consideration, and the next parliament,
in their great wisdom cast but an eye towards the deplorable case
of their old philomath, that annually bestows his poetical good
wishes on them, I am sure there is one Isaac Bickerstaff, Esq;
would soon be truss'd up for his bloody predictions, and putting
good subjects in terror of their lives: And that henceforward to
murder a man by way of prophecy, and bury him in a printed
letter, either to a lord or commoner, shall as legally entitle
him to the present possession of Tyburn, as if he robb'd on the
highway, or cut your throat in bed.

I shall demonstrate to the judicious, that France and Rome are at
the bottom of this horrid conspiracy against me; and that culprit
aforesaid is a popish emissary, has paid his visits to St.
Germains, and is now in the measures of Lewis XIV. That in
attempting my reputation, there is a general massacre of learning
designed in these realms; and through my sides there is a wound
given to all the Protestant almanack-makers in the universe.

Vivat Regina.
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A vindication of Isaac Bickerstaff, Esq; against what is objected