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

And yet more horror; it was a night of drowsiness and sadness. How is he but sad, when he sees the night coming, and his last day decaying? Read but the copy of this rich mans Will, and see how he deals all he hath about him; he bequeaths his garments to the moth, his gold to rust, his body to the grave, his soul to hell, his goods and lands he knows not to whom, Whose shall these things be? Here is the man that made such mirth all day, and now is he forced to leave all he hath this night. It is the fruit of merry lives to give sad farewells. You that sport your selves, and spoil others; that rob God in his members, and treasure up your own damnations, will not death make sorry hearts for your merry nights? a night will come as sad as sadness in her sternest looks, and then what a lot will befall you? O that men are such cruel Caitiffs to their own souls! Is this a life (think ye) fit for the servants of our God, revelling, swearing, drinking, railing? what other did this miser? he would eat, and drink, and revel, and sing, and then came fear as desolation; and his destruction on a sudden as a whirl-wind: If this be our life, how should we escape his death? Alas for the silly mirth that now we pleasure in! you may be sure a night will come that must pay for all, and then shall your pleasures vanish, your griefs begin, and your numberless sins (like so many envenomed stings) run into your damned souls, and pierce them through with everlasting sorrow: away with this fond,¹ foolish, sottish vanity, The end of mirth is heaviness saith Solomon, Prov. 14.13. What will the sons and daughters of pleasure do then? all those sweet delights shall be as scourges and Scorpions for your naked souls, Then (though too late) will you lamentably cry out,² What hath pride profited us? or what profit hath the pomp of riches brought us? all those things are passed away as a shadow, or as a Post that passeth by: Look on this man as he lies on his bed of death, here is neither smile nor dimple, All the daughters of music are brought low. ³His voice is hoarse, his lips pale, his cheeks wan, his nostrils run out, his eyes sink into his head, and all the parts and members of his body now lose their office to assist him: Is this the merry man that made such pastime?