Neck

"Thy neck is like the tower of David builded for an armoury, whereon there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men."

"Hir necke like to an yvorie shining tower Where through with azure veynes sweete Nectar runnes, Or like the downe of Swannes where Senesse woons, Or like delight that doth it self devore."

"Her necke like to a stately towre, Where Love himselfe imprisoned lies."

"Even as delicious meat is to the tast, So was his necke in touching, and surpast The white of Pelops' shoulder."

"Fair as an Ivory Column’s tow’ring Height, Her lofty Neck advances to the Sight."