A25250:172
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
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Is this the darling of our Lord? where then is the rich man that hath lost this pearl? he that could tell his soul, Soul, 1thou hast much goods laid up for many years, live at ease, eat, drink and take thy pastime. Now on a sudden his soul is taken, and whose shall those things be which he hath provided? The loss of all losses is the loss of a soul, without which, had we never so much, we could truly enjoy nothing; what trust then in your earthly treasures? what stay in such broken staves of reed? one day you shall find them most deceitful, leaving your naked souls to the open rage of wind and weather, to the scourges and scorpions of guiltiness and fear: Could you purchase a monopoly of all the world, had you the gold of the West, the treasures of the East, the spices of the South, the pearls of the North, all is nothing to (this incarnate Angel) this invaluable soul. O wretched worldling! what hast thou done then to undo thy soul? was it a wedge of gold, an heap of silver, an hoard of pearl, to which thou trustest? see, they are gone, and thy soul is required.] Alas, poor soul! whither must it go? to heaven? to its Creator? to God that gave it? no, there is another way for wandering sinners; Go ye into everlasting fire, 2prepared for the Devil and his Angels: thither must it go with heaviness of heart, into a kingdom of darkness, a lake of burning, a prison of horrible confusion of terrible tortures: O poor soul! what a misery is this? darkness, burning, confusion, torments, are these the welcomes of his soul to hell? what meant the rich man in his unhappy fore-cast? he propounded to his soul a world of ease, of pleasure, of pastime; it proves far otherwise: this other world is a world of torments, which (like infinite rivers of Brimstone) feed upon his soul without ease or end. What avails now his pompous pride at his doleful funerals? the news is sounded [he is dead] friends must lament him, passing-peals ring for ⟨p. 70⟩him, an hearse-cloth wrap him, a tomb-stone lye over him, all must have mourning suites, and (may be) rejoicing hearts; but all this while his soul his going to judgment, without one friend, or the least acquaintance to speak in his cause: O that his soul were mortal, and body and soul to be buried both together in one grave! must his body die, and his soul live? in what world, or nation? in what place or region?