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

O weep, or if you will not weep for him, yet weep for your selves, and your own sins: alas, have you not cause? your sins were his murderers, and your hands by your sins were imbrued in his blood.

O weep, or if you will not weep for him, yet weep for your selves, and your own sinnes: alas, have you not cause? your sins were his murtherers, and your hands by your sins were imbrued in his bloud.

Secondly, stay not here, but when you have mourned and wept over your Saviour, then hate those sins that wrought this evil on your Saviour. Which that you may do ⟨p. 186⟩effectually, send your thoughts a far off, and see your Saviour in his circumcision, in the garden, and when you have done so, then follow him a little further; behold the tears in his eyes, and the clodded blood that came from him when his cheeks were nipped, his head crowned, his back scourged, his hands and feet nailed, his side opened: and then, O then see if you can love those sins that have done all this villainy! love them, said I: no (if you have any share in Christ) I hope you will rather be revenged on your sins, rather you will every one say, O my pride, and my stubbornness, and my looseness, and my uncleanness, and my drunkenness, these were the nails, and the whips, and the spear that drew blood from my Saviour, therefore let me be for ever revenged of this proud, suborn, rebellious heart of mine own; let me for ever loath my sin, because it brought all this sorrow on my Saviour. Is not this ordinary with men? should any one murder your Father or friend, whom you highly regarded and honoured, would you brook his sight, or endure his company? nay, would not your hearts rise against him? would you not prosecute the Law to the uttermost? and if you might be the Executioner, would you not wound him and mangle him, and at every stroke cry out, Thou wast the death of my Father, thou wast the death of my Father: and is the heart of a man thus enraged against him, that hath but murdered his friend or his father? O then how should your hearts be transported with infinite indignation (not against the man but) against sin that hath shed the precious blood of your father, your Master, your God, your King, your Saviour? O follow, follow, after these sins with an Hue and Cry, bring them to the Bar, set them be-the Tribunal of that great Judge of heaven, and cry, Justice Lord, justice against these sins of mine; these slew my Saviour, Lord slay them; these crucified my Saviour, Lord crucify them: Why thus pursue and never leave them, until (if it possible may may) you see these sins bleed their last;