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

But there are other Bundles, where is Gluttony and her surfeiters? Do we not see how the earth is ploughed, the sea furrowed, and all to furnish one Epicures table? Seville sends fruit, Canary sugars, Moluques spices, Egypt balsamum, Candy oils, Spain sweet meats, France wines, our own land cannot satisfy, but foreign kingdoms and countries must needs be sacrificed to our belly-gods: but what dainties have such Nabals when they come to hell? there is a black banquet prepared for devils and reprobates; the first dish is weeping, the second gnashing of ⟨p. 143⟩teeth, and what mirth is there where these two courses must last all the feast? The lazy Friar sweating at […] long meats and meals, Heu quantum patimur cries he? alas how much do we suffer which are Friars? but alas how much must you suffer at this supper, where the meat is poison, the attendants furies, the music groans, and time without end the sauce of every dish? See here the provision for the damned, their chains loose not, their fire cools not, their worm dies not, their woes end not, such gall and vinegar bitters every morsel. God hath proportioned this punishment for these sheaves, they are sent from surfeits to an empty dungeon, that sent away beggars empty from their doors.

But there are other Bundles, where is Gluttonie and her surfetters? Do we not see how the earth is plowed, the sea furrowed, and all to furnish one Epicures table? Sivill sends fruit, Canary sugars, Moluques spices, Egypt balsamum, Candy oyls, Spain sweet meats, France wines, our own land cannot satisfie, but forrein kingdomes and countreys must needs be sacrificed to our belly-gods: but what dainties have such Nabals when they come to hell? there is a black banquet prepared for devils and reprobates; the first dish is weeping, the second gnashing of ⟨p. 143⟩teeth, and what mirth is there where these two courses must last all the feast? The lazie Friar sweating at 〈…〉 long meats and meals, Heu quantum patimur cries he? alas how much do we suffer which are Friars? but alas how much must you suffer at this supper, where the meat is poyson, the attendants furies, the musick grones, and time without end the sauce of every dish? See here the provision for the damned, their chains loose not, their fire cools not, their worm dies not, their woes end not, such gall and vinegar bitters every morsell. God hath proportioned this punishment for these sheaves, they are sent from surfets to an emptie dungeon, that sent away beggars empty from their doors.