A25250:26
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
Title page typeset from the transcription.
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
What mean we to make such ado about a matter of nothing? I cannot choose but wonder at the vanity of men, that run, rid, toil, travel, undergo any labour to maintain this life, and what is it when they have their desire which they so much toil for? we live, and yet whilst we speak this word, perhaps we die. Is this a land of the living, or a region of the dead? We that suck the air to kindle this little spark, where is our standing but at the gates of death? Psal. 9.13.1 Where is our walk, but in the shadow of death? Luke 1.79.2 What is our mansion-house, but the body of death? Rom. 7.24.3 What think ye? Is not this the region of death, where is nothing but the gate of death, 4and the shadow of death, and the body of death? Sure we dream that we live, but sure it is that we die; or if we live, the best hold we have is but a lease: God our chief Lord may bestow what he pleaseth, to the rich man wealth, to the wise man knowledge, to the good man peace, to all men somewhat: yet if you ask, Who is the Lessor? God. Who is the Lessee? Man. What is leased? This world. For what term? My life.] Thus Jacob tells Pharaoh, as the Text tells you, Few and evil have the days of my life] been.
What mean we to make such ado about a matter of nothing? I cannot choose but wonder at the vanitie of men, that runne, rid, toil, travell, undergo any labour to maintain this life, and what is it when they have their desire which they so much toyl for? we live, and yet whilest we speak this word, perhaps we die. Is this a land of the living, or a region of the dead? We that suck the air to kindle this little spark, where is our standing but at the gates of death? Psal. 9.13.