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

See here the condition of our life; what is it but a Rose, a Grass, a Picture, a Play, a Show, a Sleep, a Dream, an Image of death? such a thing is life, that we so much talk of.

See here the condition of our life; what is it but a Rose, a Grasse, a Picture, a Play, a Show, a Sleep, a Dream, an Image of death? such a thing is life, that we so much talk of.

Use. And if Nature give this light, how blind are they that cannot see life's frailty? you need no more but mark the Destinies (as Poets feign) to spin their threads: one holds, another draws, a third cuts it off: what is our life but a thread? some have a stronger twist, others a more slender: some live till near rot, others die when scarce born: there's none endures long, this thread of life is cut sooner or later, and then our work is done, our course is finished. Are these the Emblems of our life? and dare we trust to this broken staff? how do the heathen precede us Christians in these studies? Their books were skulls, their desks were graves, their remembrance an hour-glass. Awake your souls, and bethink you of mortality: have you any privilege for your lives? are not Heathens and Christians of one Father Adam? of one mother, Earth? the Gospel may free you from the second, not the first death; only provide you for the first to escape the second death. O men, what be your thoughts? nothing but of Goods and Barns, and many Years? you may boast of Life, as Oromazes the Conjurer of his Egg, which (he said) included the felicity of the world, yet being opened, there was nothing but Wind: Think what you please, your life is but a Wind, which may be stopped soon, but cannot last long by the law of Nature.

Ʋse. And if Nature give this light, how blind are they that cannot see lifes frailty? you need no more but mark the Destinies (as Poets feign) to spin their threds: one holds, another draws, a third cuts it off: what is our life but a thread? some have a stronger twist, others a more slender: some live till near rot, others die when scarce born: there's none endures long, this thread of life is cut sooner or later, and then our work is done, our course is finished. Are these the Emblemes of our life? and dare we trust to this broken staff? how do the heathen precede us Christians in these studies? Their books were skuls, their desks were graves, their remembrance an hour-glass. Awake your souls, and bethink you of mortality: have you any priviledge for your lives? are not Heathens and Christians of one Father Adam? of one mother, Earth? the Gospel may free you from the second, not the first death; onely provide you for the first to escape the second death. O men, what be your thoughts? nothing but of Goods and Barns, and many Years? you may boast of Life, as Oromazes the Conjurer of his Egge, which (he said) included the felicity of the world, yet being opened, there was nothing but Wind: Think what you please, your life is but a Wind, which may be stopt soon, but cannot last long by the law of Nature.