On the English Mounsieur

An English Mounsieur lately came from France,
Where he had learnt to make a leg, to dance,
To kiss his little finger, ride the Barbe,
And wear his cloaths in the authentick garbe.
Seeing him thus ith' mode, I did demand
In French, how long 'twas since he came to land?
He answer'd not, but said he had been long
In France, but never car'd to learne the tongue.
How many are there whom we thus mistake,
That travel only thus for fashion sake?