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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.
a little to express their torments by our sufferings, which yet are nothing, nothing in comparison: what means these Chains, and whips, and links, and scourges? Iron Chains, whips of steel, fiery links, knotty scourges? furies shake their bolts to affrighten souls, the Irons ⟨p. 137⟩strike through their ears, and the hooked Engines tear their Bowels, as if the torment of Tares were the delight of Devils. Here is a prison indeed, where is nothing heard but yells, and groans, and sudden cries; the fire slakes not, the worm dies not, the chains loose not, the links wear not, revenge tyres not, but for ever are the torments fresh, and the fetters on fire, as they came first from their Forge.
a little to express their torments by our sufferings, which yet are nothing, nothing in comparison: what means these Chains, and whips, and links, and scourges? Iron Chains, whips of steel, fiery linkes, knotty scourges? furies shake their bolts to afrighten souls, the Irons ⟨p. 137⟩strike through their eares, and the hooked Engines tear their Bowels, as if the torment of Tares were the delight of Devils. Here is a prison indeed, where is nothing heard but yells, and grones, and suddain cryes; the fire slakes not, the worm dies not, the chains loose not, the links wear not, revenge tyres not, but for ever are the torments fresh, and the fetters on fire, as they came first from their Forge.
What a strange kind of torture falls upon the wicked? they are bound to fiery pillars, and Devils lash at them with their fiery whips: Is there any part of man scapes free in such a fray? the flesh shall f••, the blood boil, the veins be scorched, the sinews racked, Serpents shall eat the body, furies tear the soul; this is that woeful plight of Tares, which he bound in Hell. The sick man at Sea may go from his ship to his boat, and from his boat to his ship again: the sick man in his bed, may tumble from his right side to his left, and from his left to his right again; only the Tares are tied hand and foot, bound limb and joint, their feet walk not, their fingers move not, their eyes must no more wander as before, lo all his bound. O these manacles that rot the flesh, and pierce the inward parts! O unmatchable torments, yet most fit for Tares! sin made them furious, hell must tame their Frenzy; the Judge thus commands, and the Executioners must dispatch; fetter them, fire them, Bind] them in bundles to burn them.