Ultima, = the last things in reference to the first and middle things

Fifthly, there is a jewel irrevocable, of which this sudden death robs him, I mean his time, and what a loss was this? all his goods, grounds, barns, buildings, were they more worth then the world it self, yet were they not able to restore one minute of his time: if this could be purchased, what a rate would he give for a little respite? nothing is now so precious as a piece of time, which before by months and years he lavishly mis-spent: they that pass away time with mirth and pastime, shall one ⟨p. 47⟩day see to their grief what a loss they have; now we revel it out, dally it away, use all means and occasions to make it short enough; but when this golden shower is gone, and those opportunities of salvation lost by negligence, then we may wish, and wish again, Oh had we a little time, a little space to repent! Imagine that this worldling (whom now you must suppose to lie frying in hell flames) were dispensed with for a little time, to live here again on earth amongst us; would but the Lord vouchsafe him one hour of a new trial, a minute season of a gracious visitation, oh how highly would he prize, how eagerly would he apprehend, with what infinite watching, praying, fasting, would he improve that short time, that he might repent him? I know not how effectually this may work an your hearts, but I am fully persuaded, if any damned creature had but the happiness to hear this Sermon, you should see how his very heart would bleed within him; bleed said I? nay, break and fall asunder in his breast like drops of water. Oh with what inflamed attention would he hear and listen? with what insatiable grasping would he lay hold on Christ? with what streaming tears would he water his cheeks, as if he would melt himself, like Niobe, into a fountain? Blessed God! how fond are foolish men that never think of this till their time be lost? we that are alive have only this benefit of opportunity, and if we neglect it, a day vvill come (we know not how soon) that we shall be past it, and cannot recover it, no not one hour, if we would give a thousand, ten thousand, worlds for it. What can I say? reflect on your selves, you that have souls to save; you have yet a little time (and the time present is that time) what then, but so use it now, as when you are gone, you need not with grief wish you here again?

Fifthly, there is a jewell irrevocable, of which this sudden death robs him, I mean his time, and what a losse was this? all his goods, grounds, barns, buildings, were they more worth then the world it self, yet were they not able to restore one minute of his time: if this could be purchased, what a rate would he give for a little respite? nothing is now so precious as a piece of time, which before by moneths and years he lavishly mis-spent: they that passe away time with mirth and pastime, shall one