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To trust MetaMask, or not to trust MetaMask, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of hot wallet hacks,
Or to take arms against a sea of black hats,
And by opposing end them? To be hacked, to trust MetaMask;
No more; and by a cold wallet to say we end
The stolen tendies and the thousand trojan shocks
That moon boys heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To be hacked, to trust MetaMask;
To trust MetaMask: perchance to remain undrained: ay, there's the rub;
For in that hot wallet what ease of use may come
When we have shuffled off this browser extension,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of seed phrases;
For who would bear malicious pop-ups and infected pens,
Th' friends wrong, the bag holder's contumely,
The pangs of hidden malware, the law's delay,
The insolence of Ledger possessors and the spurns
The patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a Nano X? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and swear under MetaMask akin,
But that the dread of something after MetaMask,
The undiscover'd cold wallet from hodl bourn
No hacker returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those alt coins we have
Than fly to Redditors that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of using MetaMask
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of distrust,
And enterprises of hackers
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
Soft you now!
The fair Satoshi!
Saviour, in thy moons
Be all seeds in "wallet.txt" remember'd.
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