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

Suppose then you lay on your beds of death, were the Judge in his throne, your souls at the Bar, the accuser at your elbows, and hell ready open to shut her mouth upon you: O then, how would you curse your selves, and bewail your sins? What horrible visions would appear to you in the dark? horrible indeed? In so much (saith^* one) that were there no other punishment then the appearing of Devils, you would rather burn to ashes, then endure their sights. Good God, that any Christian should live in this ⟨p. 54⟩danger, and yet never heed it till he sees its terror! How many have gone thus fearfully out of this miserable world? I know not what you have seen, but there is very few which have not heard of many, too many, in this case: What were Judas thoughts, when he strangled himself that his bowels gushed out again? What were Cains visions, when he ran like a vagabond roaring and crying,² Whosoever findeth me shall slay me? What are all their affrights that cry when they are a dying, they see spirits and Devils flying about them, coming for them, roaring against them, as if an hell entered into them, before themselves could enter it? I dare instance in no other but this wretched miser: What a night was that to him, when on a sudden a darkness seized on him, that never after left him? Thus many go to bed, that never rise again, till they be wakened by the fearful sound of the last Trumpet: and was not this a terror? whose heart doth not quake? whose flesh doth not tremble? whose senses are not astonished whilst we do but think on it? And then what were the sufferings of himself in his person? He might cry, and roar, and wail, and weep, yet there is none to help him; his heart-strings break, the blessed Angels leave him, Devils still expect him, and now the Judge hath pronounced his sentence, This night, in the dark, they must seize upon him.

Suppose then you lay on your beds of death, were the Judge in his throne, your souls at the Barre, ths accuser at your elbows, and hell ready open to shut her mouth upon you: O then, how would you curse your selves, and bewail your sins? What horrible visions would appear to you in the dark? horrible indeed? In so much (saith^*