Jerusalem Sonnets 2
The Lord doesn’t expect lice-infested beards
to be put up with, and a good start is to shave off the beard. But Baxter not even considering losing the beard is the least of the self-satire. If the lice aren’t pearls of God, don’t they, and their cloudiness, invite some other reading? Baxter, one must think, is taking as his metaphor that the beard equals mind, with the lice what’s ailing the mind. He’s virtually pronouncing himself a whited sepulchre; the shaggy, barefooted, early morning piety a sham; his blindness not just error but a matter of being eaten up by error.
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