A25250:434
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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But what man? as he is King of heaven, let him be King of all the world; if he be man, let him be the ruler of Mankind: ⟨p. 163⟩no, thou art deceived (O Jew) that expectest in thy Saviour the glory of the world; fear not Herod the loss of thy Diadem, for this child is born, not to be thy successor, but if thou wilt believe, to be thy Saviour; was he a King on earth? alas! look through the Chronicles of his life, and you find him so far from a King, that he is the meanest subject of all men: where was he born but at Bethlehem, a little City? where did the shepherds find him, but in a sorry cottage? who were his Disciples, but poor Fisher-men? who his companions, but Publicans and sinners? is he hungry? where stands his Table, but on plain ground? what are his dainties, but bread and a few fishes? who are his guests, but a rout of hungry starved creatures? and where is his lodging, but at the stern of a ship? here is a poor King, without either presence or bed-chamber, The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests, but the Son of man hath not whereon to lay his head, Matth. 8.20.1
But what man? as he is King of heaven, let him be King of all the world; if he be man, let him be the ruler of Mankinde: ⟨p. 163⟩no, thou art deceived (O Jew) that exspectest in thy Saviour the glory of the world; fear not Herod the loss of thy Diadem, for this child is born, not to be thy successor, but if thou wilt believe, to be thy Saviour; was he a King on earth? alas! look through the Chronicles of his life, and you finde him so far from a King, that he is the meanest subject of all men: where was he born but at Bethlehem, a little City? where did the shepherds find him, but in a sorry cottage? who were his Disciples, but poor Fisher-men? who his companions, but Publicans and sinners? is he hungry? where stands his Table, but on plain ground? what are his dainties, but bread and a few fishes? who are his guests, but a rout of hungry starved creatures? and where is his lodging, but at the stern of a ship? here is a poor King, without either presence or bed-chamber, The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests, but the Son of man hath not whereon to lay his head,