Edmund Waller was the author of the following poem:
Go, lovely Rose—
Tell her that wastes her time and me,
That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Tell her that's young,
And shuns to have her graces spied,
That hadst thou sprung
In deserts where no men abide,
Thou must have uncommended died.
Small is the worth
Of beauty from the light retired:
Bid her come forth,
Suffer herself to be desired,
And not blush so to be admired.
Then die - that she
The common fate of all things rare
May read in thee;
How small a part of time they share
That are so wondrous sweet and fair!
"The most celebrated character to whom this parish has given birth was Edmund Waller, born at Coleshill, whose baptism, occurs in the register in these words:—"1605, March. Edmund Waller, eon of Robert W, Esquire, bapt. 9th." His character, both as a poet and as politician has been so frequently pourtrayed that it will be sufficient to quote Johnson's description of his principles:—"As far as conjecture can be made from the whole of his writing and his conduct, he was habitually and deliberately a friend to monarchy. His deviation towards democraey proceeded from his connection with Hampden." His irresolute and shifting conduct remains a blot on his memory, but as a poet he will ever be remembered for the great improvements he introduced into English versification. Towards the close of his life he bought a small house with a little land at Coleshill, saying "he should be glad to die, like the stag, where he was roused." He died, however, at Beaconsfield in 1687, and was there buried." [Records of Buckinghamshire, or, Papers and notes on the history, antiquities, and architecture of the county, together with the proceedings of the Architectural and Archaeological Society for the County of Buckingham, Buckinghamshire Archaeological Society, 1863, v. 2, p. 349-350]