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

But of all the rest, most desperate was that last speech of his, when snatching a knife (as intending to mischief himself, but stopped by his friends) he roared with indignation, I would I ⟨p. 81⟩were above God, for I know he will have no mercy on me; and thus living a while, he appeared at length a very perfect anatomy, expressing to the view nothing but sinews, and bones, vehemently raging for drink; ever pining, yet fearful to live long; dreadful of hell, yet coveting death; in a continual torment, yet his own tormentor; consuming himself with grief and horror, impatience and despair, till at last he ended his miserable-miserable life.

But of all the rest, most desperate was that last speech of his, when snatching a knife (as intending to mischief himself, but stopped by his friends) he roared with indignation, I would I ⟨p. 81⟩were above God, for I know he will have no mercy on me; and thus living a while, he appeared at length a very perfect anatomie, expressing to the view nothing but sinews, and bones, vehemently raging for drink; ever pining, yet fearfull to live long; dreadfull of hel, yet coveting death; in a continuall torment, yet his own tormentour; consuming himself with grief and horrour, impatience and despair, till at last he ended his miserable-miserable life.

And now (beloved) if such be the departure of a sinful soul, O who would live in sin to come to such a departure! For my part, I dare not say these parties, thus miserable in their own apprehensions, are now among Devils in hell: I find the Authors themselves to incline to the right hand; besides, what am I, that I should sit in Gods Chair? only this I say, that their miserable deaths may very well give warning to us all; nor need you think much at me for uttering these (terribilia) terrible stories: for if sometimes you did not hear of Gods judgements against sin; a day might come, that you would most of all cry out on the Preacher: To this purpose, we have a story of a certain rich man, who lying on his death-bed, My soul (said he) I bequeath to the Devil, who owns it; my wife to the Devil, who drew me to my ungodly life, and my Chaplain to the Devil who flattered me in it. I pray God I never hear of such a Legacy from any of you: sure I had better to tell you aforehand to prevent it, then not telling you to feel it. And let this be for my Apology in relating these stories.