A25250:309
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
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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.
But whither must they go? into everlasting fire:] O what a bed is this for delicate and dainty persons? no feathers but fire, no friends but furies; no ease but fetters, no light but smoke, no Chimes nor Clock to pass away the night, but timeless eternity. A fire? intolerable, a fire burning, never dying? O immortal pains!1 which of you (saith the Prophet) is able to dwell in the burning fire? who can endure the everlasting flames? it shall not be quenched night nor day, the smoke thereof shall go up evermore; the pile is fire, and much wood, 2and the breath of the Lord like a river of brimstone kindles it. What torment, what calamity can be compared with the shadow of this? the wicked must be crowded together like brick in a fiery Furnace: there is no servant to fan cold air on their tormented parts, not so much as a chink, where the least puff of wind might enter in to cool them: it is a fire, an everlasting fire.
But whither must they go? into everlasting fire:] O what a bed is this for delicate and daintie persons? no feathers but fire, no friends but furies; no ease but fetters, no light but smoak, no Chimes nor Clock to passe away the night, but timelesse eternitie. A fire? intollerable, a fire burning, never dying? O immortall pains!1 which of you (saith the Prophet) is able to dwell in the burning fire? who can endure the everlasting flames? it shall not be quenched night nor day, the smoak thereof shall go up evermore; the pile is fire, and much wood, 2and the breath of the Lord like a river of brimstone kindles it. What torment, what calamitie can be compared with the shadow of this? the wicked must be crowded together like brick in a fiery Furnace: there is no servant to fanne cold air on their tormented parts, not so much as a chink, where the least puff of wind might enter in to cool them: it is a fire, an everlasting fire.