Dere sone I concell the that thou make grete provysyon of corne and vytayles in such wyse that thy countrees may have haboundaunce, in eschewynge (as it chaunceth often) to have scarcyte, and famyn. In so moche that by the grete prudence thou mayst save and maynteyne thy subjects, and thout ought to have thy garners stuffed, and to proclayme thrughout all thy realme and cytees, how thou hast gadred and stored the of greynes and other vytayles. And that thou kepest them to the provysyon of thy realme, and to utter them with plente to the salvacyon of thy subgectes. The which doynge wyll cause thy people to be coragyous to do thy commaundementes. And so thou shalt prospere, and every man wyll meruayle of thy grete lyberalyte, & of the provydence afore hande in thy besynesses. And they wyll repute the as holy, and lawde and magnyfye thy worthynesse. And every man wyll feare to dysplease the.