“There’s no accounting for a person’s taste,”
is one translation of the Latin line.
“What’s liked cannot be argued” was replaced,
but neither phrase is accurate or fine.
The very best is judged by all supreme.
The worst we all agree is really poor.
It’s only when you move from each extreme
that you meet works whose merit is unsure.

The plotted line denoting quality
reveals a spectrum with a bulbous hill
containing sorts of mediocrity
and more, for us to argue good or ill.
By truly fine we all are found impressed;
the honest mind admits what work is best.