The advice for young women, here in a poem, should not have changed. Let you be beautiful. Let you be as innocent as a dove. But be guarded. Or wily as a snake. For there are snakes on two legs, and you can marry well once.

So nail that landing.

To the Young Gentlewomen

BEWARE, fair maid, 1 of musky courtier’s oaths;
Take heed what gifts and favours you receive;
Let not the fading gloss of silken clothes
Dazzle thy virtues, or thy fame bereave.
For loose but once the hold thou hast of grace,
Who will respect thy favour or thy face?

Each greedy hand doth catch to spoil the flower,
Where none regards the stalk it grew upon;
Each creature loves the fruit still to devour,
And let the tree to fall or grow alone.
But this advice, fair creature, take from me;
Let none take fruit unless he take the tree.

Believe not oaths nor much protesting men,
Credit no vows, nor no bewailing songs;
Let courtiers swear, forswear, and swear again,
Their hearts do live ten regions from their tongues;
And when with oaths they make the heart to tremble
Believe them least, for then they most dissemble.

Beware, lest Caesar do corrupt thy mind,
And foul ambition sell thy modesty;
Say tho’ a king thou ever courteous find,
He cannot pardon thy impurity;
Begin with king, to subject you will fall,
From lord to lackey, and at last to all.

John Donne (but doubted)

This may not be Donne. But that does not matter. Gentlewomen used to have honour, used to be Ladies. To destroy the family they had to destroy modesty, honour, and the dignity of womanhood.

They have almost succeeded.

Let them not.