We'll have no saints, I say; far better for you, And no doubt pleasanter-You know your place- At least you know your place,-to take to cloisters, And there sit carding wool, and mumbling Latin, With sour old maids, and maundering Magdalens, Proud of your frost-Kibed feet, and dirty serge.
"The Saint's Tragedy"
Charles Kingsley
The powder of them is fitly applied to merigals, Kibed heels, and such like; the dust or powder thereof is very dangerous for the eyes, for it bath been observed that divers have been poreblind even after when some small quantity thereof hath been blown into their eyes.
"Herbal Simples Approved for Modern Uses of Cure"
William Thomas Fernie