From 33928a00dc58250e24da1dae4e5db17e7b598d70 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Laurenz Date: Thu, 3 Nov 2022 16:50:26 +0100 Subject: Tidy up library --- tests/typ/text/basic.typ | 20 -------------------- 1 file changed, 20 deletions(-) delete mode 100644 tests/typ/text/basic.typ (limited to 'tests/typ/text/basic.typ') diff --git a/tests/typ/text/basic.typ b/tests/typ/text/basic.typ deleted file mode 100644 index a074a046..00000000 --- a/tests/typ/text/basic.typ +++ /dev/null @@ -1,20 +0,0 @@ -// Test simple text. - ---- -#set page(width: 250pt, height: 120pt) - -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