Cottager

The silver hair and benevolent countenance of the aged cottager, won my reverence; while the gentle manners of the girl enticed my love.

A cottager, I mark’d a throne Of half the world as all my own, And murmur’d at such lowly lot!

I don't like shoppy people. I think we are far better off, knowing only cottagers and labourers, and people without pretence.