A25250:339
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.
Lo here a world of Tares, and that I may give you them in a map, what are they but hypocrites, heretics, reprobates; all children whosoever, that hath Satan to their father, for of them] is this spoken.
Lo here a world of Tares, and that I may give you them in a map, what are they but hypocrites, hereticks, reprobates; all children whosoever, that hath Sathan to their father, for of them] is this spoken.
Use. The proverb is, Ill weeds grow apace, nay they are so common, that it is hard to set the foot besides them▪ Look into your hearts, you sons and daughters of Adam, […] •ot your furrows full of cockle and darnel? the earth (saith the Philosopher) is now an own mother to weeds, but a stepmother to good herbs; man by a proclivity to his own inclination, is apt to produce weeds and tares▪ but ere he can bring forth herbs and graces, God must take pains with him indeed: no husbandman so labours his grounds, as God doth our hearts: happy earth that yields him an expected harvest; and that our parts may be herein, what shall we say unto thee, O thou preserver of men? Awake O north wind, and come thou south, blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out, yea let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits, Cantic. 4.16.1
Ʋse. The proverb is, Ill weeds grow apace, nay they are so common, that it is hard to set the foot besides them▪ Look into your hearts, you sons and daughters of Adam, 〈…〉 •ot your furrowes full of cockle and darnell? the earth (saith the Philosopher) is now an own mother to weeds, but a stepmother to good hearbs; man by a proclivity to his own inclination, is apt to produce weeds and tares but ere he can bring forth hearbs and graces, God must take pains with him indeed: no husbandman so labours his grounds, as God doth our hearts: happy earth that yields him an exspected harvest; and that our parts may be herein, what shall we say unto thee, O thou preserver of men? Awake O north wind, and come thou south, blow upon my garden, that the spices thereof may flow out, yea let my beloved come into his garden, and eat his pleasant fruits,