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

Use. And is not this worthy your meditation? Consider, I pray ⟨p. 120⟩you, what fearful tremblings seize on their souls that have their sentence for eternal flames? If a Lord have Mercy on thee, Take him away Jailer, will cause such shedding of tears, folding of arms, and wringing of hands, what will this sentence do, Go ye cursed? &c. O which way will they turn? or how will they escape the Almighty's wrath? to go backward is impossible, to go forwards intolerable; whose help will they crave? God is their Judge, heaven their foe, the Saints deride them, Angels hate them, all creatures cry for vengeance on them. God Lord! what a world of misery hath seized on these miserable souls? their Executioners are Devils, the Dungeon Hell, the earth stands open, and the cruel Furnace ready-boiling to receive them: into what a shaking fit of distractions will these terrors drive them? every part shall bear a part in this doleful ditty, eyes weep, hands wring, breasts beat, hearts ache, voices cry, horror, dread, terror, confusion are lively equipages of this tragic Scene. Now (O man of earth) what will all thy wealth avail thee? what can all thy pleasures profit thee? one drop of water to cool thy fiery tongue in hell, is more worth then a world of treasures: all the gold and precious stones the world affords, will not buy one bottle of water: all thy golden gods, and silver plates cannot prevail one dram of comfort; but rather as they were thy bane on Earth, so they will aggravate thy pain in Hell. Who pities not the vilest creature, to see it suffer torments, and no way to release it? who then will not pity this end of the wicked, when they must suffer, and suffer, yet never feel ease of pain, nor end of torments? A sentence not to be revoked, yet unsufferably to be endured; torment on torment, anguish on anguish, fire upon fire, and though a River (nay, a sea) of tears drop from their eyes, yet cannot one spark be quenched, the worm never dies, ¹the fire never goes out. Go ye into everlasting fire, not piled of consuming wood, or the black moulds, turning to white ashes, but kindled, by the Judges breath, of pitch and sulphur; Rivers of boiling Brimstone run from everlasting springs: in these hot Bathes was that Dives dived, when those fiery words came flaming from his mouth as spitting fire:² Let Lazarus dip the tip of his finger in water to cool my tongue: