Old grudges forgot, are put in the pot, [. . .]

You know, I'd always thought this referred to a cooking pot, but then, last night, the idea occurred to me that this referred to chamber pot.

No one of sane mind would want to feast on old grudges, but flushing them into the river where they will be seen no more is rather apropriate. . . . Don't you think?

And I think, anyone who chooses to end the year by harping on old grudges deserves a certain name that I will not repeat here in polite company.