V. hath no passion like a Virgin Shorn

[Jane]

Venus herself, if she had appeared with a bald head, would
not have tempted Apuleius: and I am of his mind. A husband,
in Menander,* in a fit of jealous madness, shaves his wife's
head; and when
he sees what he has made of her, rolls at her feet in an
agony of remorse... "In mourning," says Aristotle,
sympathizing with the dead, we deform ourselves by cutting
of our hair."* And truly, it is sympathy in approximation. A
woman's head shaved is a step towards a death's head. 

THE REVEREND DOCTOR OPIMIAN, Thomas Love Peacock's * Gryll
Grange * see Chapter IV

http://www.thomaslovepeacock.net/Gryll.html#04.02a

In another epistle Paul quotes a line of Menander: "Evil
communications corrupt good manners."  He had read in
Deuteronomy the command given by the voice of the Lord that
when a captive woman had had her head shaved, her eyebrows
and all her hair cut off, and her nails pared, she might
then be taken to wife. Is it surprising that I too, admiring
the fairness of her form and the grace of her eloquence,
desire to make that secular wisdom which is my captive and
my handmaid, a matron of the true Israel? Or that shaving
off and cutting away all in her that is dead whether this be
idolatry, pleasure, error, or lust, I take her to myself
clean and pure and beget by her servants for the Lord of
Sabaoth? My efforts promote the advantage of Christ's
family, my so-called defilement with an alien increases the
number of my fellow-servants. Hosea took a wife of
whoredoms, Gomer the
daughter of Diblaim, and this harlot bore him a son called
Jezreel or the seed of God.
Isaiah speaks of a sharp razor which shaves "the head of
sinners and the hair of
their feet;" and Ezekiel shaves his head as a type of that
Jerusalem which
has been an harlot, in sign that whatever in her is  devoid
of sense and life must be
removed. 

		--Jerome

http://www.fordham.edu/halsall/basis/jerome-letter70.html



Yet by some miracle the goddess escapes disfiguring; even as
the statue of Venus which Magister Gregorious saw in Rome
escaped the holy zeal, multo sudore, of the Blessed Gregory.
It was a statue of the goddess as she showed herself to
Paris in the fatal judgment: " and that image was fashioned
of Parian marble with no marvelous and inexplicable art that
rather did she seem a living creature than a statue.
Blushing
she stood...and it seemed to the beholder that the blood
mantled in that snow-white face. And because of her amazing
beauty and I know not what persuasion I was drawn three
times to visit her" the history of it is the history of the
mediaeval lyric.

		Waddell, *The Wandering Scholars*