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

HE that purged our sins is here disposing of Paradise, at the same time when he hung on the Cross, even giving up the ghost, he is dealing Crowns and Kingdoms to a poor penitent soul: thus like a glorious Sun that breaks through the watery clouds ere it appear unto us, our Saviour (the Sun of Righteousness) shoots forth his rays of Majesty through all his sufferings on a dejected sinner. Two malefactors suffer with him, the one rails on him, saying, If thou be Christ, save thy self and us: but the other prays to him, Lord, remember me when thou comest to thy Kingdom: in the midst of his thraldom he proclaims his Kingdom, and whom he sees a Captive, he believes a Lord: Lord remember me; is it not strange, that through so many, such thick clouds of misery, this dying thief should behold his glory? but where grace aboundeth, what marvel is it?¹ The Natural man knoweth not the things of God, but he that is spiritual discerneth all things. No sooner was this penitent thief converted a Christian, but on a sudden, even on the very rack of torture he confesseth himself a sinner, and Christ his Saviour; and therefore desires to be remembered ⟨p. 198⟩of him when he comes to heaven: Thus pouring out his soul in prayer, the Bridegroom that became an Harp, saith Bernard, (his Cross being the wood, himself stretched on it the strings, and his words the sound) hark how he warbles the most heavenly music that was ever chanted to a departing soul, To day shalt thou be with me in Paradise.

HE that purged our sinns is here disposing of Paradise, at the same time when he hung on the Crosse, even giving up the ghost, he is dealing Crowns and Kingdoms to a poor penitent soul: thus like a glorious Sun that breaks through the watrie clouds ere it appear unto us, our Saviour (the Sun of Righteousness) shoots forth his rayes of Majesty through all his sufferings on a dejected sinner. Two malefactours suffer with him, the one railes on him, saying, If thou be Christ, save thy self and us: but the other prayes to him, Lord, remember me when thou comest to thy Kingdome: in the midst of his thraldome he proclaims his Kingdome, and whom he sees a Captive, he believes a Lord: Lord remember me; is it not strange, that through so many, such thick clouds of misery, this dying thief should behold his glory? but where grace aboundeth, what marvel is it?¹