From 73615f7e3ce23f2ea656d04ea9f96184f5ebdc0a Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Laurenz Date: Wed, 24 Mar 2021 17:12:34 +0100 Subject: =?UTF-8?q?Text=20shaping=20=F0=9F=9A=80?= MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=UTF-8 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit - Shapes text with rustybuzz - Font fallback with family list - Tofus are shown in the first font Co-Authored-By: Martin --- tests/typ/text.typ | 19 ------------------- 1 file changed, 19 deletions(-) delete mode 100644 tests/typ/text.typ (limited to 'tests/typ/text.typ') diff --git a/tests/typ/text.typ b/tests/typ/text.typ deleted file mode 100644 index b424cee8..00000000 --- a/tests/typ/text.typ +++ /dev/null @@ -1,19 +0,0 @@ -// Test simple text. - -#page(width: 250pt) - -But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet -is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and -pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, -since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools -do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! O, that she knew she -were! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Her eye discourses; I will -answer it. - -I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the -heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres -till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness -of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in -heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and -think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I -were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! -- cgit v1.2.3