Juliet Blows Goats

How could you
So mount a ewe
O capital Capulet
Your mountains, naught a third of seven
Rome couldst not forget

Sub rosa, you met with family foe
To speak of names and roses
So sweet the air did fill with heat
You two need water hoses

I think you more of moon than sun
For your silly sleeping plot
The city fell to feel no more
With blade, you stayed to rot

There's the knot within your plan
Seek one more in that yew
Make thou a bow from it, my pet
And put yourself thereto

Soar through the air most anywhere
But the capitol, you clue