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

Use. Consider this, yet that forget God, you have but a year to live, and every season yields some occasion to tell you, ye must die. In childhood, what is your chest of clouts, but a remembrance of your winding sheets? In youth, what is your mirth and music, but a summons to the knell? In manhood, what is your house and enclosure, but a token of the coffin? In age, what is your chair or litter, but a show of the beer, which at last shall convey you to your graves? Man, ere he is aware, hath dressed his hearse, every season adding something to his solemnity. Where is the Adulterer, Murderer, Drunkard, Blasphemer? Are you about your sins? look on these objects; there is a sun now setting, or a candle burning, or an hour-glass running, or a flower decaying, or a Traveller passing, or a vapour vanishing, or a sick man groaning, or a strong man dying, be sure there is something pulls you by the sleeve, and bids you beware to commit such enormities: Who dares live in sin, that considers with himself he must die soon? And who will not consider, that sees before his eyes so many a remembrancer? Alas, we must die, and howsoever we pass from childhood to youth, from youth to ⟨p. 10⟩manhood,¹ from manhood to age, yet there is none can be more then old: here is the utmost of our life, a Spring, a Summer, an Autumn, a Winter, and when that is done, you know the whole Year is finished.

Ʋse. Consider this, yet that forget God, you have but a year to live, and every season yields some occasion to tell you, ye must die. In childhood, what is your chest of clouts, but a remembrance of your winding sheets? In youth, what is your mirth and musick, but a summons to the knell? In manhood, what is your house and enclosure, but a token of the coffin? In age, what is your chair or litter, but a shew of the beer, which at last shall convey you to your graves? Man, ere he is aware, hath drest his herse, every season adding something to his solemnitie. Where is the Adulterer, Murtherer, Drunkard, Blasphemer? Are you about your sinnes? look on these objects; there is a sunne now setting, or a candle burning, or an hour-glasse running, or a flower decaying, or a Traveller passing, or a vapour vanishing, or a sick man groaning, or a strong man dying, be sure there is something puls you by the sleeve, and bids you beware to commit such enormities: Who dares live in sinne, that considers with himself he must die soon? And who will not consider, that sees before his eyes so many a remembrancer? Alas, we must die, and howsoever we passe from childhood to youth, from youth to