1650 A. B. 34 We have not a people so witchedly besotted.
1913 (DePauw Univ., Greencastle, Indiana) 251/1 How the soul with pleasure thrills, As it steals where'er it wills, While it creeps, creeps, creeps, And its potent poison seeps To the heart's most lowly deeps, 'Till it leaps, leaps, leaps, Witchedly.