Richard stooped from the neck, John from the shoulders.

When Richard threw up his head you saw the lion; John at bay reminded you of a wolf in a corner.

John snarled at such times, Richard breathed through his nose.

John showed his teeth when he was crossed, Richard when he was merry.

So many thousand points of unlikeness might be named, all small: the Lord knows here are enough.
The Angevin cat-and-dog nature was fairly divided between these two.
Richard had the sufficiency of the cat, John the dependence of a dog; John had the cat's secretiveness, Richard the dog's dash.