A25250:144
Ultima, = the last things in reference to the first and middle things
Ultima, = the last things in reference to the first and middle things: or certain meditations on life, death, judgement, hell, right purgatory, and heaven: delivered by Isaac Ambrose, minister of the Gospel at Preston in Amoundernes in Lancashire.
London: printed for J.A., 1650
Title page typeset from the transcription.
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
Yet this was not all the horror, it was a night both of darkness and drowsiness, or security in sin. He that reads the life of this man, may well wonder at the fearful end of so fair beginnings: walk into his fields, and there his cattle prosper; come nearer to his house, and there his barns swell with corn; enter into his gates, and there every table stands richly furnished; step yet into his chambers, and you may imagine down-beds curtained with gold hangings: nay, yet come nearer, we will draw the curtains, and you shall view the person; he had toiled all day, and now see how securely he takes his rest, this night, he dreams golden dreams, of ease, of mirth, of pastime, (as all our worldly pleasures are but waking dreams) but stay a while and see the issue: just like a man who starting out of sleep, sees his house on fire, his goods ransacked, his family murdered, himself near lost, and not one to pity him, when the very thrusting in of an arm might deliver him: this, and ⟨p. 55⟩no other, was the case of this dying miser: at that night while his senses were most drowsy, most secure, death comes in the dark, and arrests him on his bed: Awake, rich Cormorant! what charms have lulled thee thus asleep? Canst thou slumber whilst death breaks down this house thy body, to rob thee of that jewel thy soul? What a deep, dull, drowsy, dead sleep is this? O fool! this night is thy soul assaulted, see death approaching, Devils hovering, Gods justice threatening, canst thou yet sleep? and are thine eyes yet heavy? Behold, the hour is at hand, and thy soul must be delivered into the hands of thine enemies: heavy eyes! he sleeps still, his care all day had cast him into so dead a sleep this night, that nothing can warn him until death awake him, That thief is most dangerous that comes at night, such a thief is death, a thief that steals men, 1which then is most busy whilst we are most drowsy, most secure in sin; Hark the sluggard that lulls himself in his sins, Yet a little more sleep, a little more slumber, is not his destruction sudden, and poverty coming on him like an armed man? Prov. 6.11.2 Watch (saith our Saviour) for you know not when the master of the house cometh, at even, or at midnight, at the cock-crow, or in the morning, lest coming suddenly he should find you sleeping