The SS Wordsquare

Anchor's away!

Ahoy, puzzlers, I am Cpt. Wesley Wordsquare.

I'm about to set sail for the mainland to see a show at my brother Winslow’s Wordsquare Theatre, however I can't seem to decipher this old map to shore.

In form of stars, give praise or blame;
A surface that was once aflame.
Hath used archaic form of you;
A window to the soul, or two.

The night before the birth of the Son;
The drink of grapes that have been done.
A palindromic female name;
Seven come through pirate fame.

Out, up or into, which ever you need;
All paths towards this centre lead.
I've got a bad feeling coming on;
Perhaps explain where you had gone.

A term for light or with a breeze;
A bulb comes on for one of these.
An ugly head or all behinds;
A toy for one with all nine lives.

Note: These are 4 unrelated wordsquares, each 4x4.