On proud Mrs. Minx

Pride takes no cold, yet Pride oft takes a fal:
Both which are true in this our finical
Proud Mrs. Minx fair Madams waiting maid
For though she went like her spruce Dame arraid
In her cast gowns, bare, all the neck and breast
Down to the shoulders, and sometimes the rest;
Yet took no cold, pride and lust kept her warm
Though she went stript up above half the arm.
Yet did the pride of this She-goat at last
Catch a shrewd fal, for by a stumbling cast
I'th' Lobby room her heels flew 'bove her head
And so she broke her elboe 'gainst the bed.
Yet though she fel her belly riss: what else?
Pride naturally when 'tis at lowest swels.