I stifled them here, and I beg they may die the same death at Paris, and never go further than your closet: 'Ah, Friend, 'tis true--this truth you lovers know-- In vain my structures rise, my gardens grow, In vain fair Thames reflects the double scenes Of hanging mountains, and of sloping greens: Joy lives not here; to happier seats it flies, And only dwells where Wortley casts her eyes.
What is the gay parterre, the chequer'd shade, The morning bower, the ev'ning colonnade, But soft recesses of uneasy minds, To sigh unheard in, to the passing winds?
So the struck deer in some sequestrate part Lies down to die, the arrow at his heart; There, stretch'd unseen in coverts hid from day, Bleeds drop by drop, and pants his life away.' It may here be remarked that in Epistle VIII of the _Moral Essays_ Pope had a line: "And other beauties envy Wortley's eyes"; but in a reprint of the poem he substituted [Lady] "Worsley" for "Wortley" in order to give the impression that "Wortley" had been a misprint.
Pope's quarrel with Lady Mary began in or about 1722.

The cause is obscure.

Many reasons have been advanced.

Lady Mary in her correspondence gives no clue as to the breach.
It has been said that it arose out of the fact that Pope lent the Montagus a pair of sheets and that they were returned unwashed, to the great indignation of his mother who lived with him.

It is difficult to believe this.
Others have it that he was jealous of the favour which Lady Mary accorded to the Duke of Wharton and Lord Hervey.