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

The Angles which kept not their first estate (saith Jude) God hath reserved in everlasting Chains, ¹and God spared not the Angels that sinned (saith Peter) but cast them down to hell, ²and delivered them into Chains of darkness. Thus Christ doomed him that had not on his wedding garment, Bind him hand and foot: ⟨p. 136⟩³and what may these Chains and Bonds insinuate, but that the Tares are tied to their torments? might they but remove from place to place, this would afford some ease; might they but stir a foot, or but turn about, or have any little motion to refresh their tormented parts, this would yield some comfort; but here is an universal binding, hand and foot body and soul, all must be bound with everlasting Chains. The Reprobates are packed and crowded together, like Bricks in a fiery furnace, having not so much as a Chink where any wind may enter in to cool them. O ye that live in the sinful wealth of this world, consider but this one punishment of hell, and be afraid! if a man enjoying quietment of mind, and health of body, should lie chained on a soft Down-bed for a month, or a year, how would he abide it? but this is nothing: If a man should lye sick of a Fever, swoln in a Dropsy, pained with the Gout, and (though it were for the recovery of his health) without any turning, tossing, stirring, this were a great torture sure, and a question it were, whether the disease or the physic were more intolerable?⁴ witness poor Patients, who change their sides, wish other beds, seek other rooms, and all these shifts but to mitigate their pains: how wretched then are the Tares bound in Chains? they are not in health, nor bound for a month, nor sick of a Fever, nor lye for a year, their pain is grievous, their bonds heavy, their torments durable, their restless rest eternal. The worm shall gnaw their spirit, the fire torture their flesh; were these nothing, yet small sorrows grow great with continuance; the fire shall torture, yet never cease; worms gnaw the heart, yet never gnaw in sunder the strings: wretched souls are bound indeed, whose bonds are never out of date: A seven years prenticeship would ere long expire, but what are seven years to a world of ages? the reprobates must serve years, ages, even to a million of millions, and yet are never free: O bondage not to be uttered, yet must be endured! Is it not a Bedlam fury, that must have such bonds?