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

Or yet if example can persuade us more, meditate on the miserable condition of that nameless rich man: Suppose you saw him in hell torments, compassed about with furies, fires, and all that black guard below, his tongue flaming, his eyes staring, his conscience biting, his soul suffering, his body all over-burning in that fire of hell. O lamentable fight! but to make it more lamentable, hearken how he roars and cries through the extremity of pains: O torment, torment! how am I tormented in this fire? my head, my heart, my eyes; my ears, my tongue, my tongue is all on fire, what shall I do? whither shall I fly for succour? within me is the worm, without me is fire, about me are devils, above me is Abraham, and what glorious star is yond I see, but Lazarus, poor Lazarus in his bosom? what is a beggar exalted, and am I in torments? Why Abraham father Abraham, have […] on me: See here a man burning, scorching, frying in hell […], one dram of mercy, one drop of water to a tormented soul; Oh I burn, I burn, I burn without ease or end, and is there none to […] me? Come Lazarus (if Abraham will not hear) let me beg of thee • beggar, and howsoever I denied thee a […] •f bread, yet be so good, so charitable, as to dip the tip of thy finger in water, and cool my tongue. It is a poor suit I ask not to dive, but dip; not thy hand, but finger; not all, but the tip of it; not in s•••, but water; not to quench, but to cool; not my body, but my least member, be it my tongue only: no ease so little, no grant so poor, no remedy so small, but happy were I if I could obtain it, though I begged it with tears and prayers of a thousand thousand years continuance: But see Abraham and Lazarus deny my suits; I burn, and neither God, nor Saint, nor Angel takes pity on me: and shall I cry for help on devils? alas! they are my tormentors that lash me, and cut me with their whips of burning steel and iron. O beloved! what shall ⟨p. 154⟩we say to the roaring rage of this tormented wretch? Alas! alas! how little do men think on this? they can pass away time sporting and playing, as if they went to prison but for a few weeks, or days, just like men, who having the sentence of death past upon them, run fooling and laughing to the execution; but when once hell mouth hath shut her self, then shall they find nothing but eternity of torments: