Neckcloth

1720, John Gay, “Tuesday; or, the Ditty” in Poems on Several Occasions, London: H. Lintot, R. Tonson & S. Draper, 1745, Volume I, p. 85, Will she thy linen wash or hosen darn, And knit thee gloves made of her own-spun yarn? Will she with huswife’s hand provide thy meat, And ev’ry Sunday morn thy neckcloth plait? Which o’er thy kersey doublet spreading wide, In service time drew Cic’ly’s eyes aside.

[…] I did remember I had among the Seamens Cloaths which were sav’d out of the Ship, some Neckcloaths of Callicoe or Muslin; and with some Pieces of these I made three small Sieves, but proper enough for the Work […]

He was a man of such rigid refinement, that he would have starved rather than have dined without a white neck-cloth.

He was very cleanly dressed, in a blue coat, striped waistcoat, and nankeen trowsers; and his fine frilled shirt and cambric neckcloth looked unusually soft and white, reminding my strolling fancy (I call to mind) of the plumage on the breast of a swan.

It was not until Lestrade succeeded in getting his hand inside his neckcloth and half-strangling him that we made him realize that his struggles were of no avail; and even then we felt no security until we had pinioned his feet as well as his hands.