Nonetheless, in the dark and privy stillness of our minds there are few of us who are not still haunted by worrisome doubts.

Let Vernal Airs thro' trembling Oſiers play, / And Albion’s Cliffs reſound the Rural Lay.

I have always considered Pascal's Wager a questionable bet to place, since any God worth believing in would prefer an honest agnostic to a calculating hypocrite.

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