Maria. Ay, but you must confine* yourself within the modest limits of order.
Toby. Confine? I'll confine myself no finer that I am. These clothes are good enough to drink in, and so be these boots too. And they be not, let them hang themselves by their own straps.
-William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night, or, What You Will: Act 1, Scene III
*i.e., clothe
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