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

The summons are sounded, the dead raised, and yet to give you a fuller view of the parties, see how God the Judg now sends his messengers, to fetch the living bodies to his Court.

The summons are sounded, the dead raised, and yet to give you a fuller view of the parties, see how God the Iudg now sends his messengers, to fetch the living bodies to his Court.

Use. 3 He shall send his Angels (saith our Saviour) and they shall gather together his Elect from the four winds, from one end of heaven to another, Matth. 24.31.¹ True it is, all shall be gathered, yet with a difference, some with a swift pace fly to the Throne, where is the hope of their deliverance; others draw and pull back, whiles the Angels hale them to the Judgment seat; the righteous have nimble swift bodies, that fly to the Judg, as a Bird to her nest and young ones; but the wicked have their bodies black and heavy, they cannot fly, but flag in the air, and the Angels do not bear, but drag them to the judgment seat: how can this choose but fear the wicked, when like malefactors, they are brought before the wrathful judg? as they were born or buried, so must they rise again naked and miserable; what a shame is this? and yet the more horrible, in that their nakedness shall be covered with a filthy blackness; needs must desperate fears seize one the soul, when it is again united to her body, transformed to such an ugly form: is this the body fed with delights and delicates? is this the flesh pampered ⟨p. 106⟩with ease and lust? is this the face masked from the wind and Sun? are these the hands decked with Rings and Diamonds? how become these so swarthy horrible, which before were so fair and amiable? this the change of the wicked, when through sorrow and confusion they shall cry to the Rocks, cover our nakedness, and to the hills hide our ugliness; nay, rather than appear, let the infernal Furies tear and totter us into a thousand pieces. Look your beauties (Beloved) in this glass: such is the end of this worlds glory, so vain the pleasure of this body. Now is the end of all things come and what remains, but a sea of fears and miseries rushing on them: before shall the Angels drag them, behind shall the black Crew follow them, within shall their consciences torture them, and without shall hot flames of fire fume, and fry and furiously torment them; fear within, & fire without: but worse then all, a Judg above all, thither must they go, Angels usher them, Devils attend them, the Crier hath called them, the Angels trump hath summoned them, and now they must appear.