Infatuated

1771, Elizabeth Griffith, The History of Lady Barton, London: T. Davies & T. Cadell, Volume 3, Letter 60, p. 40, […] I did not know her then, or I could never have been so infatuated as I was, to a creature so every way her inferior […]

“Gracious goodness,” the cry was, “how infatuated the mother is about that pert and headstrong boy who gives himself the airs of a lord on his blood-horse, and for whom our society is not good enough, and who would marry an odious painted actress off a booth, where very likely he wants to rant himself. …"

Augustus—you know my disreputable brother—such a trial to us all—well, Augustus is completely infatuated about her.

I never saw such an infatuated man. The more she talks and the odder the things she says, the more he’s delighted evidently.

Why, the poor woman was infatuated with him. He could have turned her round his little finger. She'd have given him anything he wanted.

Before I leave Switzerland I cannot but observe, that the Notion of Witchcraft reigns very much in this Country. […] The People are so universally infatuated with the Notion, that if a Cow falls sick, it is Ten to One but an Old Woman is clapt up in Prison for it […]

She was one of those people who are infatuated with patent medicines and all new-fangled methods of producing health or mending it.

[…] that people must needs be madd or strangely infatuated, that build the chief hope of thir common happiness or safetie on a single person […]