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

were you at this present stretched on your beds, wearied with struggling against your wearied pangs, were your friends weeping your Physicians parting, your children crying, your wives holing, and your selves lying mute and dumb in a most pitiful agony.

were you at this present stretched on your beds, wearied with struggling against your wearied pangs, were your friends weeping your Physicians parting, your children crying, your wives houling, and your selves lying mute and dumb in a most pitifull agony.

Beloved Christian! (whosoever thou art) stay a while (I pray thee) and practise this meditation: Suppose thou now feeledst the cramp of death wresting thy heart-strings, and ready to make that rueful divorce betwixt thy body and thy soul; suppose thou lyest now panting for breath, swimming in a cold fatal sweat; suppose thy words were fled, thy tongue struck dumb, thy soul amazed, thy senses frighted; suppose thy feet beginning even to die, thy knees to wax cold and stiff, thy nostrils to run out, thine eyes to sink into thy head, and all the parts of thy body to lose their office to assist thee; upon this supposal lift up thy soul, and look about thee, (O I can tell thee, if thou livest and diest in sin) there would be no where any comfort, but a world of terror and perplexity: look upwards, there shouldst thou see the terrible sword of Gods justice threatening; look downwards, there shouldst thou see the grave in expectation ready gaping; look within thee, there shouldst thou feel the worm of conscience bitter gnawing; look without thee, there shouldst thou see good and evil Angels on both sides, waiting whether of them should have the prey: now alas! (then wouldst thou say) The soul to depart from the body were a thing intolerable, to continue still therein were a thing impossible, and to defer this departure any longer (supposing this hour thy last hour) no Physic could prevail it were a thing unavoidable: what then would thy poor soul do, thus environed with so many straights? O fond fools of Adams sin, that neglect the time till this terrible passage! how much wouldst thou give (if thus it were) for an hours repentance? at what rate wouldst thou value a days contrition? worlds are worthless in respect of a little respite, a short truce would seem more