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

But yet there is another book we read of, and that is the book of life: Herein are written all the names of Gods elect, from the beginning of the world till the end thereof: these are the golden leaves; this is that precious book of heaven, wherein if we are registered, not all the powers of hell, or death, or devils shall blot us out again. Here is the glory of each devout soldier of our Saviour, how many have spent their lives, spilt their bloods, run upon sudden deaths to gain a perpetual name? and yet for all their doings, many of these are dead, and gone, and their memories perished with them; only Christs soldier hath immortal fame, he, and only he is writ in that book that must never perish. Come hither ye ambitious! your names may be writ in Chronicles, yet lost; writ in durable marble, yet perish; writ in a monument equal to a Colossus, yet be ignominious. O were you but writ in this book of life, your names should never die, never suffer any ignominy! It is an axiom most true, they that are written in the eternal leaves of heaven shall never be wrapped in the cloudy sheets of darkness. Here then is the joy of Saints, at that Day of Doom this book shall be opened, and all the elect whom God hath ordained to salvation, ⟨p. 112⟩shall see it, read it, hear it, and greatly rejoice at it. The Disciples casting out devils, return with miracles in their mouths, O Lord (say they) even devils are subject to us through thy name. True (saith Christ) I saw Satan as lightning fall from heaven, notwithstanding in this rejoice not, that the spirits are subject unto you, but rather rejoice because your names are written in heaven, Luke 10.20.¹ And well may the Saints rejoice that have their names written in Gods book, they shall see them (to their comfort) writ in letters of gold, penned with the Almighty's finger, engraven with a pen of a diamond: thus will this book give in the evidence, and accordingly will the Judge proceed to sentence.

But yet there is another book we read of, and that is the book of life: Herein are written all the names of Gods elect, from the beginning of the world till the end thereof: these are the golden leaves; this is that precious book of heaven, wherein if we are registred, not all the powers of hell, or death, or devils shall blot us out again. Here is the glory of each devout souldier of our Saviour, how many have spent their lives, spilt their blouds, runne upon sudden deaths to gain a perpetuall name? and yet for all their doings, many of these are dead, and gone, and their memories perished with them; onely Christs souldier hath immortall fame, he, and onely he is writ in that book that must never perish. Come hither ye ambitious! your names may be writ in Chronicles, yet lost; writ in durable marble, yet perish; writ in a monument equall to a Colossus, yet be ignominious. O were you but writ in this book of life, your names should never die, never suffer any ignominy! It is an axiome most true, they that are written in the eternall leaves of heaven shall never be wrapped in the cloudy sheets of darknesse. Here then is the joy of Saints, at that Day of Doom this book shall be opened, and all the elect whom God hath ordained to salvation,