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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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Right Purgatory. › Had purged.]Right Purgatorie. › Had purged.]
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.
But all this will not satisfy the Jews, Behold the man, said Pilate to them,1 when he thought to have pacified their wrath by that doleful sight, but this nothing moved them, though (presently after) it moved rocks and stones to shiver in pieces: Behold then a sixth effusion of blood, when his hands and feet were pierced through with nails: he bears indeed upon his shoulders an heavy and weighty cross of fifteen foot long, which must needs (say some) cause a great and grievous wound, but (to omit that which is questionable) here be those woeful sufferings; now come the barbarous inhumane hang-men, and begin to ⟨p. 183⟩lose his hands that were tied to the p•st, to tie them to (a worser pillory) the cross, then strip they off his gore-glued clothes, which did so cleave to his mangled battered back, that they pull off clothes and skin together: nay, yet more (and how […], I say it without tears for ••n,) the cross is ready, and nothing wanting but a measure for the holes; down therefore they lay him on it, and though the print of his blood gives them a true length, yet spitefully they take it longer, that so they may stretch and rack him on the cross, till you may tell his bones. 2And now all fitted, his hands and feet are bored, the greatness of whose wounds David fore-showed by those words, They digged my hands and my feet, Psal. 22.16.3 And well may we think so, for (as Ecclesiastical History reports) so big were the very nails, that Constantine made of them an helmet, and a bridle. O then what pain is this, when all the weight of his body must hang on four nails, and they •o be driven (not into the least sensible parts, but) through his hands and his feet, the most sinew it, and therefore more sensible p•rts of all other whatsoever; yet to hang thus for a time were (it may be) somewhat tolerable, but thus he hangs till he dies, and so the longer he continues, the wider go his wounds, and the fresher is his torture. And now (my brethren) behold and see,